White Doves

September 25, 2010
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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