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Something a little different i wrote after a good deep chat about poetry and art and stuff with a very good new friend i met at university. Wrote it in about 15 minutes while she went to change for our night out at the cinema. Its a bit dark and it sounds like its about a newborn baby dying or something (when i read it weeks later) but i can assure you its purely metaphorical, about feelings rather than ideas, and can mean anything you perceive it to mean.
~ Born the Day ~
Born the day before she died
When all the past was locked inside
Never again will angels hide
Now their eyes are open wide
She drowned in every drop of rain
She hid her eyes and felt the pain
A wish to finally break insane
The demon spike inside her brain
She left the clocks all spinning round
And feet that never touch the ground
The best of plans not aired in sound
Her secret thoughts are still unfound
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