Grip
Just inches...
Away from finding.
But moments...
Away from losing.
The grip
That gets us through the night
And with all our might,
We just might slip...
And write the word,
That paints a picture.
Vaugeness visions;
Of fragile fictions
A pagless novel;
That lacks conviction.
While drawing circles;
You've drawn a line
Your denial is talking
As it Absorb your cries.
You were never meant to be me.
And I was never meant to be you.
Just inches...
Away from finding.
But moments...
Away from losing.
The grip
That gets us through the night
And with all our might,
We just might slip...
And write the word,
That paints a picture.
Vaugeness visions;
Of fragile fictions
A pagless novel;
That lacks conviction.
While drawing circles;
You've drawn a line
Your denial is talking
As it Absorb your cries.
You were never meant to be me.
And I was never meant to be you.
You have a way of handling words that makes them seem appealing. Even when they hint at the pain they are defining.
With the right amount of time and circumstance, you should be able to harness your words and infix them into a career.
I have faith in your abilities and think u should focus on them more intensely.......put down the bowl....pick a pen.......and create something that will span the lengths of time and nature.