The StoriesA Poem by butterflyAmelia what did Oakland, CA look like in 1937? Ophelia. did drowning give you the pathway to heaven? We will never know The stories will never grow old So many researchers looking for a clue I believe you flew over the starry blue To a place unknown no one ever dared to go before Maybe the angels took flight under your airplane wings for divine things She was meant for the mission Never asked permission I choose to let the inspiration set me free Kiss the boys and enjoy the spree Then find new adventures Make a new life even though drowning seems like suicide there was meaning so the literary experts say the watery suicide plunges her into the impersonal eternal female essence, works to remind the characters of her humanity and individuality. its a little insane Yet through the tragedy there is still another side There is meaning reasons we couldnt comprehend Yet the stories keep us alive I will dream a new dream I want to keep growing and evolving me This is the reason some women take Plan B We just couldnt give a decent life to you baby Let me bear the pain On earth it falls like rain The bullets through the window pane Some mysteries last always We cant see the answer with our human eyes We can guess in theories We dont really know Because of Amelia and Ophelia we are taken to the beyond Enabled us to see in this hazy pond Yet the news make it sound so dumb Tell us of new photos yet never let it be shown Even without it the stories never get old.
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Added on September 6, 2023 Last Updated on September 6, 2023 |