By
the blue skies
Of
the cool night
In
her young mind.
Friday, 1 November 2013
To be continued
Blank.
Most
of the time it seems
Like
she’s not there?
Maverick
In
her own world
No
fear.
Lyrical Analyst
They
heard the beat
whilst
she consumed the words.
Their
bodies moved
Yet
her ears began to burn.
Immune
to the content
Slave
to the sound
Take
away the rhythm
And
digest the lyrics loud.
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