The spider's web is a tangled mess
The spider's web is his very best
The fly who's trapped will surely die
He sits there waiting, as time passes by
He sighs and laughs, a gentle soul
But he's broken, he'll never be whole
The spider comes and sees his prize
And looks at him, unsatisfied
He kills the fly, and sees a crow
A precious soul lost, but he'll never know
And as the fly takes his final breath
He asks the spider one request
"Say you love me this one time, Claude."
"I can't, Your Highness, for I didn't at all."
He spider's web is a tangled mess
Even though he tries his best...
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
