I am naught but a border, particularly for figures of geometry. circles adore, the rest general bore me, so unscramble this word for a jest.

In the kitchen I may help cook sliders. Though my name sounds like a spitting spider.

Y’arrr, what be this, worn from foot up to the knee maybe? Protection for warriors, fashion for ladies. Swap me first letter with a T, and you’ll be blowin’ your own train, see?

I wear the mask of sudden love, But ache, not joy, is what I shove. I feed on glances never meant, And build a world from mere intent. I make you chase what isn’t real, Then break you with the hope you feel. I thrive on doubt, collapse on truth, A fever born in restless youth. You call me love, but deep inside, I am the longing you can’t hide.

I'm perhaps a prison for those who commit no crimes I'm similar to a circus but have no mimes Between are bars, one side spends life, the other spends time I'm not so joyous when you notice all the grime