Grasp.

July 26th, 2005 at 2:02 AM — ♥[3]

Felt like writing a poem.

Grasp

You look at it like no other.
With this expression,
That it can tell.
You got what you wanted.
You have it in your grasp.
It’s there as long as you wish it to be.
If you care about it,
You’ll cleave it with tight arms.
Keep it special.
Take care of it or it’ll be ruined.
Gone,
Out of your life.
You don’t want that to happen.
Do you?

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Inspired,
♥ Katie

Katie