Why hello young spider
that crawls on my face.
Perhaps you know more
about this place?
It's dark and light
and sometimes it rains,
it washes the world
then runs down the drain.
Perhaps you see more,
with six extra eyes,
Than a complicated world
built on lie after lie.
Perhaps you control us...
advanced mind techniques?
Or perhaps you just like
the touch of my cheeks?
3 comments:
I think almost every poem i've ever written consists of me just typing some random first line down, with no intensions or idea's and then within two minutes i've written something that would never have been written otherwise... its kind of weird really when I think about it.
i like this :)
Thanks Ely :)
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