|
JUST A GIRL
I am the spider of many hands my mind full of macabre plans I am privy to all you hold dear the one least likely to cause fear.
You see life through guileless eyes fresh as snow, ignorant of lies a dozen youthful year's old fearless your step, your laughter bold.
I am the hunter seeking my prey who will stalk you night and day one day I will have you alone helpless in my silken zone.
You will be a child no more mutilated within, no outward sore too terrified to scream a nightmare your every dream.
Shunned and lonely you will be my web the only comfort you see who will listen to your call you're just a girl after all.
I am the spider of many hands my mind full of macabre plans I can search again far and near whom have I to fear. ~Bittersweet~
The Author has
copyright © of the poems
|
