I've been stuck in a web for years on end,
Waiting fearful for the spider to sink fangs in,
Somehow not knowing when the bite will be delivered,
Is worse then the quick death I've overly considered,
My patience is wearing thin suspense is unbearable,
God surely delegated this story to an underling clerical,
Will the black widow opt to kill or have merciful predilection,
It's my supreme wish she forgives my poor sense of direction,
And we walk off into the sunset, spiderlings in tow,
Our future generations will hear through history of this show,
Thankful we were capable of making up our differences,
To plant a family tree that plays resounding dissonances.
~ Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PuisiWARNING: A few of these poems are not suited for children. The following is a collection of poems that are a fair representation of feelings I had and have for a special person or two. As well as a few scattered memories of one night interludes.
