Spider web connecting the strings waving.
It dangles and tangles, unexpected victim its no longer saving.
Melting hearing screams, the flapping wings.
It lets go of the bug and its heart no longer stings.
The happiness fills it with joy.
Insects are friends and definetly not a toy.
See if your hearts loves it with all its might.
Its not worth the fight.
You can shed so many tears as you must.
You will know its not lust.
You need to let go and not let your fangs seal.
Just know this is our new deal.
This is your heart making sure you know.
I had to do this before the snow.
I have this engraved so you always hold it dear.
Dont even think about it and no switching gears.
Sooner or later you will find your path.
As your multiplying counting your complex math.
You will be glad you found this out.
Time to go and escape your web and not pout.
You love like no other spider.
Now go down and let the breeze pick you up and now your a guider.
The wide open ranges are at your will.
Take a moment and feel just how still.
Poetry
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“Insects are friends and definetly not a toy.” – This might sound strange but this reminds me of the line from Finding Nemo when it says, “Fish are friends, not food.”