By: Lisa Mary Armstrong
Is love a gamble or
a game we must play?
She promised that he’d love me
till his dying day
I bought a love potion
from a witch on the web
I would have given the ocean
Sold my soul instead
This was no fairy-tale
or love at first sight
but a spell that induced madness
and robbed her of light
A sickness with no cure
you’ll be sorry for sure
for this undying love
An un-healthy obsession
You’d watch his eyes catch fire
He called you his possession
it was a deadly desire
Love needs patience
in order to grow
When you meddle with magic
you reap what
you sow
Lisa Mary Armstrong is a Scottish poet and law tutor researching women and children's experiences of the criminal justice system. In what's left of her spare time she enjoys writing poetry and fiction, drinking tea and playing the piano. Her poetry has been published in @poeticallymag @aurorajournal @fahmidanjournal and forthcoming in @dwellinglit @royalrosemag @TheIndianFemRev @dailydrunkenmag