Black Magic

I tried playing the voodoo doll,

To have control over you,

Speculating the action,

Letting you drink my freshly made potion.

Waiting for nights and moon to become full,

Continuing the rituals to a place where it's peaceful.

Whispers of latin spells floating in midair,

Then finally, adding the last ingredient—your hair.

I've hated myself for claiming you,

But I love you, and there's nothing you can do.

I bewitched us to be with each other,

Never counter the spell or else, we'll die together.

[Our fate is doomed. You fell in love with a witch, I fell in love with a cheater.]