Witch's musings

The words fall off the paper
the letters cascade to the ground into a beautiful mess
like abstract art:
too difficult to understand and yet magic to the eyes.
my words are no match for the teacher before me
proud and seductive -
she steals the words from my page
with nothing more than the cast of her eyes
: and a simple wry smile.
I am left with nothing...
an empty page full of desire,
and an F written in her cursive

Curious Adventurer