My Dead Dove.

Idk where this came from.

I am alone,
It seems to me love was never really shown.

I wished for his arms around me,
I wanted him to have my key.

The key to my soul,
I wanted him to make me whole.

But now my lock is broken,
My heart was taken for but a token.

I was so desperate for love,
That I mistook a snake for a dove.

Once I was used up,
He went and put his lips to a different cup.

And yet I still long for him,
No he who broke me on a whim.

But he who dried my tears,
The one who scratched out all my fears.

But no he is gone,
I was nothing but a pawn.

Dead is my dove,
 My very first love.

Again I am alone,
His absence everyone but me condones.

But I just keep thinking,
I can still see his hurtful winking.

I should have known.
If I'd have opened my eyes,
My heart might not need to be sown.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

I absalutely loved your poem!

so profound and sad. Wonderous flow and rhyme scheme.

[Chris]

It's not complex, sure, but raw enough to stir up a reaction inside me.
I love the line "I was so desperate for love, that I mistook a snake for a dove." Love it. This shows your true potential.

Please continue writing. I hope to see more poetry from you.

[Emily]

I like it, It works, but this set of phrases hit me hard
"I was so desperate for love,
That I mistook a snake for a dove."

You are so very true. I did the same damn thing -- stupid boys. I hope that you find your way to the real dove, who will fly away with you!

[K8lyn]

I agree with LoneWolf. Itll work out. Dont even think it wont.

[C.M.]

I think this is a beautiful poem! It is incredibly relatable, which is something we all search for in poetry. This speaks of such a familiar topic in a true, and meaninful way, when most of poems similar to this are harsh or depressing. This one, while it still conceals a lot of sorrow, is less heartbreaking and makes you feel like you share a bond with everyone else who reads the poem and understands the hardships that it portrays. This is truly a great read!

[LoneWolf]

"Once I was used up,
He went and put his lips to a different cup."

This is very profound, sometimes I wonder why so many first love experiences are filled with grief.

Love will find you, there are hands that rip petals from flowers in lust, then there are hands that gently collect petals and press them forever in the heart of true love. Someday those hands will find you ^_^

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