Friday, July 13, 2012

The Lost Grip



You told me to hold on
that the letters never sent, would be sent.
You told me to hold on
that you would be here someday/
You told me to hold on
that the two of us would make everything work.
You told me to hold on
but I can't hold on much longer.
Are you still wanting me to
hold on?

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