Mourning Dove

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By 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.

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November 29, 2005 17:29Faith

Interesting form... but so sad! I hope this poem isn't based on truth, that wouldn't be good.

December 12, 2005 16:41pain never stops

this is a good poem it has so many meanings to it keep up the good work xxx