You are, to me, like a spider.
When I move I can feel
your web tighten around me.
I am, to you, like a puppet,
You push, pull,
and I react.
You are, to others, nothing special,
Another face in the crowd,
A print in the sand.
You are, to me, blinding,
Startling and magic.
My vision dances when I look away.
I am, to you,
Expendable.
Unfortunate.
Ignorable.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
You are, to me, like a spider.
When I move I can feel
your web tighten around me.
I am, to you, like a puppet,
You push, pull,
and I react.
You are, to others, nothing special,
Another face in the crowd,
A print in the sand.
You are, to me, blinding,
Startling and magic.
My vision dances when I look away.
I am, to you,
Expendable.
Unfortunate.
Ignorable.
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