The Web You Weave.


He loves me now,
He loves me not.
Heaven knows how hard I've fought
To keep my cool, not be the fool
Who gets in your web and caught.
Here I'm the one
Who has come undone,
Helpless as I am;
To pretend I'm strong;
When all along;
I'm putting on a sham.
I walk along the thinest thread
Steady as I can;
But gravity can't elude me;
Balance is not my plan.
What goes up,
Must come down.
My breath escapes
When your around;
My body speaks without a sound
The thread is gone
I hit the ground.

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