Why, oh why, does the white dove fly?
When no peace exists between masked eye.
Years of indulging, lust less pain.
Yet you remain here, not a cent to gain.
But the white dove still flies
And the dawn still turns day.
And your eyes still remain downward.
This you, you portray.
There is no true you – Aren’t we all just a lie?
We all act that difference, this personal sigh.
No years of forgiving – no restless denial
Could cause you the pain, those masked stretch a mile.
Why, oh why, does the white dove fly?
When no peace exists between masked eye.
Comments
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awesome great flow and rhyme also very meaning full
great write! -
This can make you think a bit. I know there are some people like this, but I know most are not. A good write though.
Kelli
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