Hanging On To Nothing
I am hanging on to nothing as tight as I can
my fingers cramp and ache from my firm grip
how can you hold what was never yours
as I rend the fabric of these dreams
still I grasp, in my waking hours and sleep
hanging on to nothing as tight as I can
my hands will let go before my heart
my mind deserted this memory long ago
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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