His Harmful Spell Poem by Ana Sanchez

I don't know why his evil look got a hold on me. A force of nature that attempts to break
free but doesn't. His essence is surrounding every bit of my soul, grabbing every inch
of my body close to him. Its hard to let go. I can't breathe. its you i want to cease
. His mouth is calling me to do the searching, trying to get past him. is difficult
because my look isn't invisible. its like he reads right through me. My veins are pumping
this blood that's for him. I'm addicted to his charm. and at the end, It is I that he harmed.