GripA Story by Kathryn Smith
I speak of you
and I grip the chair I dream of you and I grip my bed sheets I miss you And grip my heart The leaves change They fall to the ground Where are you now? Do you miss me? I still want you But cant have you But yet Maybe I can My soul is tired I wish you could hold me and I'd grip Your love The breeze nips My coat zips My boots stomp I'll still love you Forever
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Added on October 1, 2019 Last Updated on October 1, 2019 Author
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