Your grip is so firm and tight
I can’t even say enough to start a fight
This protectiveness is so present
At first charming, but now not so pleasant
Your concept of space gripping upon me
When you’re gone my sadness is as deep as the sea
You and I are tangled together like vines
Slowly but surely ignoring warning signs
If I leave I don’t know how to survive
But at the same time what if we never thrive?
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Your grip is so firm and tight
I can’t even say enough to start a fight
This protectiveness is so present
At first charming, but now not so pleasant
Your concept of space gripping upon me
When you’re gone my sadness is as deep as the sea
You and I are tangled together like vines
Slowly but surely ignoring warning signs
If I leave I don’t know how to survive
But at the same time what if we never thrive?
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