Cobwebs (a poem por tu!)

Here is a poem I wrote about six or seven years ago.

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cobwebs

there are days when the ghost of my lover

wraps cobwebbed love around my cobwebbed heart,

and on these days,

my eyes ache for the peace of tears,

no longer do i dream of illusory

far, faraway love,

the world is real

and the key to my bliss has long been

hidden,

no lover, phantom or real

or of my own making,

can reach the weary place inside

i know i’ve tried

and more frustration

is it’s bastard child

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