With a hand envious of love
I could reach upon my doubts.
I'm Trapped in spiderwebs
Dreaming that these could only be cobwebs
So easily. I could break away.
and my lonesome
I wish to dread no more
I wish another to come
Bring the cure
Wash away my lonely nights.
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Author:
phylock (
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Aw. I love how beautifully you expressed it. Excellent. It seems such a common cry as well.
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