June 27, 2011
Velcro-like hands
At every fiber of my fuzzy existence

As a spider
Clings to her
Silky haven
In the rain

With every tear
Come tears of doubt

With every shudder
Come hopes of heaven

Past this haven
In the tree branch
That she built her life upon

And the web
It softly whispers
It tells stories of the future
Though there is no one there to prove it
She believes that it is true

In the rain
She simply dangles
Thoughts stolen away by daydream
Her mind drifts back to sunny days
And her Velcro-like grasp
Just a little.

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