the vigils i’ve kept by your door
\nmay only be silent prayers
\nto keep you here, make you stay here.
\nfor you never know
\nand most probably i don’t too,
\nand nobody really does anyway
\nbecause the weavings of fate are complex
\nthat prediction would prove useless.
\nand grasping your presence
\nlikens to holding water in one’s hand,
\nit’s all pretty logical, realistic,
\nbut still i refuse to believe.
\nbecause you see, i’ve become a dreamer,
\none that i had scorned not too long ago,
\nhoping against hope my prayers be heard
\nwhen the air around me keeps screaming “no!”…
\nbut i don’t know, i don’t know…
\nand you and anybody can’t really say
\nif my silent pleadings make their way to you,
\nif illogically, unrealistically you will stay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the vigils i’ve kept by your door may only be silent prayers to keep you here, make you stay here. …<\/p>\n