you spin a web
twisting and spiraling
your pretty words
fading fast
and falling too soon
getting spun into this
this, web of uncertainty
where nothing and no one
is safe
soon a crimson tear
begins a trail of innocence
down my cheek
as my eyes are asking
begging for you to save me
to cast away the frays of dissapointment
that adorn this tantalyzing web of yours
one day i can promise
i will draw you a world
a world, pretty enough to deserve your words
untill then ill sew my mouth shut
and my silent cries will die out
 
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