i am a web wove between
a man with calloused hands
and a woman with calloused thoughts,
he worked for a life that he lives
but it's different than what he sought
and she is there in both,
three female webs wove
into fearing commitment
because love isn't slamming doors,
(love can't be slamming doors)
he listens for her and acts on it
and she listens for her and acts on it
and the webs are shredding,
there is a roof and four walls
that are decorated for holidays
by calloused hands and calloused thoughts.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
i am a web wove between
a man with calloused hands
and a woman with calloused thoughts,
he worked for a life that he lives
but it's different than what he sought
and she is there in both,
three female webs wove
into fearing commitment
because love isn't slamming doors,
(love can't be slamming doors)
he listens for her and acts on it
and she listens for her and acts on it
and the webs are shredding,
there is a roof and four walls
that are decorated for holidays
by calloused hands and calloused thoughts.
for (or maybe just about) my parents.
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