I am like a spider web.
Not always seen, but always lingering.
Not sought after by enemies, but entrancing them just the same.
I change with each gust, and with each waning moon.
Every new face, means a new chance at life.
I may be just a spider web to those well blessed with wings,
but to you, I'll be a silken net
to catch you if you fall.
Author notes
Please ignore the Spider-man. He has nothing to do with the poem. I only wanted the web.
With a dedication to my friend. I will always be your constant.
Please tell me what you think
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awww...
my lyssa, you are amazing. this has good movement, and i like the pretense. i love you!!!! XOXO Kira
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