She sits back and skims the air with her eyes
Waiting for it to come on by
She can sit and wait for hours
Spinning her web between two towers
I have seen her dressed in more than one disguise
Blending in with the ever-changing skies
You never know which way she'll come next
Men, watch out if you know what's best
Did I say men? I meant flies
Or did I? I am tangled up in my own lies
Waiting for it to come on by
She can sit and wait for hours
Spinning her web between two towers
I have seen her dressed in more than one disguise
Blending in with the ever-changing skies
You never know which way she'll come next
Men, watch out if you know what's best
Did I say men? I meant flies
Or did I? I am tangled up in my own lies
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Priscilla J. 
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