Mourning Dove, by poison girl Subscribe to rss feed for poison girl 

i did it all for you
I turned from red to blue
My veins hold my crimson blood
to be confused with mudd.
It bleeds for this
That un-loved kiss
All of this lying
has left me dying
with a razor in my hand
and death on demand
Good bye my love
I am tired of being your mourning dove.
Posted: 2005-11-26 18:58:36 UTC
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2005-11-29 17:29:54Faith
Interesting form... but so sad! I hope this poem isn't based on truth, that wouldn't be good.

2005-12-12 16:41:31pain never stops
this is a good poem it has so many meanings to it keep up the good work xxx