The Black Dove
I haven't found
Some one to smile
to Some one to die for
Until she came to be
I'm not sad
nor feel bad
Im just glad
I have had the chance to bleed
I could refer this To all my life
She comes back to save me and hides me away
Deep in her sight
Precious insides
Came to my eyes
But made me feel her needs
In her back
Purest back
a Pair of black
wings are buried in
Will pain or pleasure Make them rise?
Will tears be rolling On it's way out?
Will I be around her When it awakes?
Will I be around you...?
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