To Hold On
I can still taste, and
I sense and I smell.
This hold, this cold,
Unforgiving and relentless
New recipe... you call change.
And I dare to sit down and
Trust you, and want you
Again for the first.
And once again I'm cursed
With this thought in my mind
That you are mine.
But in this world,
You're not my girl.
You're not my dove.
You're not my angel from above...
But... you are loved.
