Friday, April 15, 2016

Spun

Like woven yarn; I'm twisted in a ball

Of; I want it all

Defied by air and warmth and you

Yet I cannot see well enough to see it through

This ball of yarn

Was once a beast's toy

It really was all about a boy

To succumb this wound

Will take a tune

A song never heard

You could start with a word...

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