I Write Poetry
Today I cried.
Because I’ve killed a spider, maybe he deserved to live more than I did, and who I was to take his life, unsuspecting, while I’m still here, darling, suffering in silence.
Because I’ve killed a spider, maybe he deserved to live more than I did, and who I was to take his life, unsuspecting, while I’m still here, darling, suffering in silence.