wounded doves

broken heart shred into

a thousand tiny shards,

given you my very soul

and shown you all my cards;

and i have seen the pain

that i have caused you and i see,

that you are burnt so badly from

the fire that is me;

begging pleading waiting for

the pounding rain to stop,

while all the while loving you

through every searing drop;

took me to a place where i

never thought id return,

and seen me naked, torn and scared

a raw and unhealed burn;

and still i stand though i shake

a silent, trembling part,

of life, of love, of the cherished one

who holds on to my heart.






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