Gabrielle Hastings


His Web

He loves me, he loves me not.
In his web, I've been caught.
He spun this web for me to lie.
But I've grown sick as the days pass by.
Every now and then, he'll bring me a treat.
How I love and think it's oh so sweet.

Though from his web, I sit and watch.
As other girls begin to get caught.

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