Without a Prayer

She was original And irreplaceable Does no wrong to me Maniacal yet adorable Addicted to her very soul Never could she be soluble When she cries it brings storms It is ironical never gives forewarns The the she breathes the feeling of my heart torn How iconic she is when I hold her tight Oh how I long to see her again Unenviable she was meant to be The wind that held me from losing beat Although she escaped my grasp Presence of her could never last Reality and eternity forever hold me still As I look to the rocks underneath this hill Yesterday seemed so surreal without her by me there's nothing left to feel Enjoying the view what else to do perhaps i should dive in Reality and irony the pullers pierce my heart filling me with eveverything she had torn out