*It only presents her self, as a soul,
Peering through your window,
Sharing sympathies with the wind.
But your so busy in dreaming,
Reliving forgettable mirages,
Illusions into fruition.
How many meteors or stars,
Have passed you by?
How many hearts?
How many Why-s do you
Have to burn?
And so your prayers worked,
But your faith didn't.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
*It only presents her self, as a soul,
Peering through your window,
Sharing sympathies with the wind.
But your so busy in dreaming,
Reliving forgettable mirages,
Illusions into fruition.
How many meteors or stars,
Have passed you by?
How many hearts?
How many Why-s do you
Have to burn?
And so your prayers worked,
But your faith didn't.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Challenge Accepted. It was hard. Really. This is all I came up with.
