Words by Kissmet30

I’m holding on to a handful of grainy sand

Slowly but surely they slip from my hand

This is how it feels holding on to you

Every second that slips by seems to tell me we’re through

Still I cling on to hope as hard as I could

Questioning the stars in the sky if I really should

Blind from reason I cling on to what I’ve already lost

Playing the waiting game no matter what the cost

Stubbornly waiting for you for as long as I’m breathing

My heart insisting to love you until it stops beating