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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Psychology >> ID #1396640  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Fionna, Long Before Eve
Fionna = white dove MDMA. There's alot of symbolism in here.
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So long ago...
So, so long ago...
It seems like
centuries behind me,
I had a ring.
A shiny, pretty, gold ring
that stood for
a future bond unbreakable
throughout eternity.

I had a pill,
a tiny friend named Fionna,
with the heart of a dove
and a geeked out mind.
She took me away.
She took me so far away
to somewhere where I knew everyone.
I was everyone
and Xavier was there
but so was He.

He was there,
quiet,
jealous of my friend who
was always there for me
when she could be.
She brought more friends.
Fionna brought friends
who all loved me
and told me
I'd make everything right
someday.
And we danced.
We danced all night
and talked into the sunrise
about the secrets
of the universe
that we'll never remember...
and He was there.

He was there
sitting in the dark,
arms hugging knees,
sobbing.
He was sobbing.
He was worried.
But Fionna knows me
and I know her well...
but He was sobbing.
He was scared.

Fionna and I began to fight.
She wanted to do it forever...
never stop...
never grow up...
I would but...
He was there.
Fionna went away.
Fionna moved so far away.
He was there to stay.

Fionna dropped me,
but I chose to fall.

Then I was taken away.
They took me away
to somewhere where I knew no one
but myself
and my new little friends
that came in tiny dixie cups,
served fresh with
unrealistic hopes and
painted on plastic smiles.
But He wasn't there.
Thank God, He wasn't there.
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