the wicked one

you strangle him on his neck

make him suffocated at your back

crying for the thick walls to crack

unseemly appears as what he looked like

I left him and let him go for better life

still I’m wishing him to be happy, to live

to live with no burdens and stressed free

I whisper loudly for him to seize his dreams 

thus I beg you to do him right, princess

oh you have problems, he as well owns his

have you ever tried to listen to which?

why do you have to be a wicked witch?