Gregoria

A tight grip.

You\' re asking someone for a date,

I\'m talking to my ruthless fate:

Why did I meet you, and what for?

Does this man exist, whom I\'d adore?

 

You\'re free and traveling the world,

I\'m caught in a grind like in a web,

How did they cross, 2 parallel lines?

For my heart it\'s no less than crime.

 

It is a crime against my soul,

For just to you I\'d give my all,

In front of you I\'d stand in awe,

And wouldn\'t feel a life like a chore.

 

There are no answers, nor relief,

I\'m drowning in my silent grief,

I don\'t wait for spring or gentle sun,

I can\'t get rid of a random stun.

For how long can I be a mess?

How come this force can\'t be suppressed?

 

How can I start a forgetting trip,

When all I crave is your tight grip?..