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
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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