dove
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One little girl staring out the window
She is alone but not lonely
She has a dove
Sometimes she shares her secrets
Sometimes she just stays silent
Days pass by
Then months
and then Years
My eyes open wide to the sky up above
the chill in the wind blows through me.
I open my arms at the sight of a dove,
but the pearly bird confused me.
Pure love
the pure white dove
doesn't like hate
so it cannot relate
it only knows
those who love it so
the dove
does not shove
nor does it
hit one bit
I give you this lonely flower
Which contains all i can give
I'm sorry I didn't have the power
To give you a better chance to live
But in this world that's dying
Hope for a better tomorrow is rare
I am a lonely face
searching a heart to rest in
Yearn for a warm embrace
Soft and gentle skin
To protect and nurture
Help that being grow
I will search for her
Till the day I know
Hello my name is well known and will never be forgotten
dont focus on that right now because it is my power over you and your disbelief of it that is important
Dejection,
No affection.
Depression,
No expression.
Happiness?
No. Not anymore.
No more blessedness.
No more galore.
Why do I still love.
Why do I still trust.
