White Doves

The moment we met,
We fell in love,
The closer we get,
In came doves,
Dressed in all Black,
Crying and not caring who sees,
All the things I wish I could take back,
Slowly falling to my knees,
My hands thrown across,
A plack he now calls bed,
I start to get lost,
In the tears I've shed,
I put on the yellow gloves,
Not needing to think twice,
Wanting to be with the one I loved,
Taking my own life.





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