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Echoes Of A Mind Nov 2014
The time seems frozen,
Or maybe it was stolen.
This can't be true,
Do I really have to lose you?

The car was crashed,
The time just passed.
His face was bloddy,
And a little bit muddy.

I saw the blinking light,
Told myself "it'll soon be allright."
The other car was lying on the side,
I heard them saying that somebody had died.

The time seems frozen,
Or maybe it was stolen.
This can't be true,
Do i really have to lose you?

My lover he quietly mumbles in pain,
"It feels like I have been hit by a train."
Thank god, he's okay.
I thought that while they carried him away.

Then I heard  somebody say,
"Is the woman over there okay?"
Everyone turned and stared,
At the woman, who was laying over there.
I turned my head too and felt a chill,
Because I was the one who had been killed.

The time seems frozen,
Or maybe it has just been stolen.
This just can't be true,
Did i really have to lose you?
I fell over one of my poems from 7th grade and edited it a little.
Echoes Of A Mind Nov 2014
A purple butterfly
in the dark night sky.

It fly over the town
and under the bridge.
Over the stars it flies.
To the moon, it have been.

A purple butterfly
in the dark night sky.

From a dream it was born.
From a dream of a dying child.
It makes no sound.
It can't be seen.
It just flies...
Just flies in the night.

A purple butterfly
in the dark night sky.

It flies in children's dreams...
'Cause it's looking.....
Looking for the dream it was born from.
But I know...
Know that it never will find it.
'Cause the child is dead,
and the child was Me...

A purple butterfly
in the dark night sky.
This is my first poem which I wrote i 7th grade.

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