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The Hawk And Dove

My love came to me  
On a winters day,  
She betrayed me today  
On the bed I lay.  
   
She wondered    
Through my sadness  
An uninvited visitor  
In black  
A pallbearer    
With a rotten heart  
My soul's dripping caucus  
Bleeding from your attack.  
   
My love took me to the river  
I died without saying words  
I gaze into her honey brown eyes  
She says  
"We are tadpoles  
Lost in the tides of the moon  
We remain lost in folds  
Of our own individual folly  
Im sorry"  
She devours me.  
   
She is a Hawk  
The predator    
And i was once a Dove  
Her prey,  
She is war  
Where I was once peace,  
She laughs triumphantly  
As my life signs cease.  
   
My lover murdered me  
On a winters day  
She betrayed our love  
On this bed of dirt  
I lay.
Written by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
Published | Edited 25th Apr 2017
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