Dove
I once had a pure white dove
But it flew away.
Now all I have is a dark black bird
For eternity.
The pure white dove was you
And I let you go
Now the darkness inside of me
Consumes my heart and soul
Never again will I feel the warmth of your hand in mine
Nor will I have the comfort as our hearts intertwine
Some people may like me
Others may feel love
But all of them will fly away
Like my pure white dove.
Copyright © Paul Russell | Year Posted 2007
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