Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Everything dies.


Like a spider enticing you into my web
of  beauty,
I will keep you company on dark days
pulling on your heart strings
to take good care of me.  My being there
will be your sun the sun shinning on these days,
until we part when the real sun comes out.
I will stay in my corner hoping to see
your eyes and feel the tip of your gentle
fingers caress me until I die.

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shhhhhh. just listen