I met a girl
She was Christian
She said her name was Faith.
We talked about God
And all my sins
And all that I waste.
But in the end it was not about God
Not about me
And not about her.
Nor was it even about
The petty little
Pitiful pieces of picture
I painted for her.
It was about spirit.
I met a girl,
Her name was Faith.
A contest entry
- The Ultimate Sophistication by autarky.
700 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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wow this is pretty good. i like it.
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