Hold on.
I hold on,
grasping our moments
each word,
each touch.
You let go,
trying to forget
each day,
each month.
Two paths diverge—
one in the mist,
one in the still.
by Christina
I hold on,
grasping our moments
each word,
each touch.
You let go,
trying to forget
each day,
each month.
Two paths diverge—
one in the mist,
one in the still.
by Christina