Saturday, October 1, 2011

The grip

Water, Will you stay in my palm?
Sand, Can I hold you forever?
Today I lie on my bed clenching my fist
hoping the grip wouldn't loosen ever

I wonder if there is a way to reach you
as the rain falls out the window
covering my vision with pure mist
I've been telling the universe,
to send the messages to you
All the ones I whispered,
because the friendship we had blew

I pretend static when the beat inside goes rush
Trying to be calm when I am building up a storm
I may lose my respect,
But I am ready to lose it for you
I've dropped the fear, Will you?
I will keep the faith, Will you?
I doubt you may,
I still say may, so my hope will not rot
Water, do stay in my palm
Sand, let me hold you forever....