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?..

  • Author: Gregoria (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2024 15:40
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 8
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