When Doves Cry

Our heart bled tears, confirming our worst fears, that estranged from our lover, our soul died. As the coffin dropped, we felt leers and jeers of both friend and foe, of true love denied. As was the custom, we bore a fake smile, acknowledging kind words to us proffered but all we felt was, bitter taste of bile, finding no solace, in limp hands offered. As a soulless ghoul, we wander the earth, although to the bigots we seem alive but now we’re bereft of love, light and mirth, hoping that one day, heart’s joy may revive. Be it rain or shine, always standing tall ~ We are expected to smile as we fall