I am often alone
Don’t seem to be liked
No one to call a friend
I’m a seamstress
I’m a hunter
Yet my skills are overlooked
And I’m doomed to the destiny
Of the soul of a shoe
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am often alone
Don’t seem to be liked
No one to call a friend
I’m a seamstress
I’m a hunter
Yet my skills are overlooked
And I’m doomed to the destiny
Of the soul of a shoe
I’m a fan of spiders, but if I wasn’t your poem would turn me around. Make me see spiders in a new light. 🙂