A gilded dove

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Falling with hopes of expectations

Tis not what you think, naught

Tears rains pains is all the same

Below a timid exterior

It's weak and pander

To believe in happiness

Flying in a nights sky with dwindling stars

Or falling into a false sense of belief

Let not his words corrupt your struggle

Falling to the pastures below

With not a clue on how to survive

When the only thing you fathom is loneliness

Breath the breathe from this tragic fucking heart

Make it ache make it quake

Make it bleed make it need

Seeing a glimpse of what it is to be

Alone

You can never tell, scream that you

Will in fact keep this horrid secret

Alone

Tis not what you think

I have me don't you see

And swimming with a inch of an ache

For I'm not whole without the other part of me

Never will tell you how much

I crave the tears that have

Become my only companion

Walking walking all within reason

To grapple with whispered lies, harsher tries

And a fixed perception of why it is that I do actually cry

©shannonmarie

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