Monica
I'm trying to
Stay collected
Calm and quiet
You take my breath away
Compared to life
This makes no contest
Next to living
I'd rather be on your seat
I'm told it's true
That love finds way
I've found it's true
I'm nothing but a stray
In your eyes' glimpse
Holding for gold
White knuckle grip
I'll fight to stay my hold
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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