What kind of web have you spun
Lying about me
Look at the direction you run
Focused on poverty
The future is missing any sun
While it’s raining
Regret must weigh a ton
Love is waning
There is trust or there is none
The picture you’re painting
Always lying under gun
My eyes are straining
Why’d you let her kill our fun
She’s still in training
She’s the trophy that you won
I’m still fading
© Delia Ross. 2020
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