Like the web of a spider,
you pulled me in,
enticed me with your sweet scent.
But it was all a lie,
and I should have know it sooner.
It's okay,
I'll be fine.
Or so I say to myself each night
before I cry myself to sleep,
ready for the Sandman to take me away
to his palace of sweet sweet dreams,
the basement full of nightmares.
You're a candle,
and I'm a moth
drawn in by your bright light,
only to be burned when I get too close.
So this is goodbye,
as I take my place among the Sandman
for eternity.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
RandomHere lies the dying remains of my talent in the form of a book of what could be poetry/ vignettes/ songs/ random stories I write. :)))
