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The G.R.I.P - Insisting you to stay.


Gripping your shirt,
When you are about to leave.
Gripping it tight enough
To let go off my fears,
When scared by scene of 2:30 am
Or gossiping silence.
Gripping your collar
To hold you against me,
To minimise the space when in glee of having you as mine.
Gripping it for longest,
When in mess &
Sacred that you might walk away,
Not yelling or fighting enough to be with me.
That grip would be my way of saying
Rather insisting you to stay.
In silence.
In choas.
In bad moods.
In love.

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