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Mon 29 Nov, 2004 09:00 pm
Spun
What a pretty little web you've spun,
I'm tangled up inside.
The beauty of the shining strands,
I've watched while I have cried.
You protect me in this sea of silk,
Where I remain untouched,
By every hand throughout the world,
But your's I crave so much.
You don't tear me down for feeling fear,
You watch me as I hide.
The beauty of your pale blue eyes,
I've watched while I have cried.
Take my hands and kiss away my tears,
But I'll wince out of habit,
I'm not used to such a loving touch,
You stroke my hair, but they'd grab it.
I shy away from everything,
A frightened, wounded rabbit,
Though there's not too much left of my heart,
I will gladly let you have it.
Excellent metric flow, The words leap from the tongue in a cavalcade of pain! My new poem is purpose-built in its metrics, so it is fun to see this. very nice!