Dove Tears

Hard break up from heart to pen.

I thought it was her, but it's not

I thought I was hurt, but it's love

I thought I was cursed from the start

But my words were the problem

I'm burnt from the heart out

Birds are now swallows

The doves are extinct

Their tears in the bottle

I come here to drink

My fears they all follow

There's something I'm thinking

I shouldn't be thinking

I'm sinking, I'm sinking my dear

With a swallow

   -HopingStrong

Author's Note

This is my first entry, I needed an out and I forgot what writing did for me so I did this up at work on a scrap paper i found in a couple mins. More to come.

Reviews

[R Smith]

you did well, it feels like it flowed straight from mind to paper, that's a style i love due to doing the same thing myself, when i was young i thought of a title and wrote the poem later was crazy but it worked, these days i'm more boring lol, you have passion and strength, i love your style, great writing :)

[HopingStrong]

Thank you! That's the only way I can really write. I used to do music and I'd just put the music on and let the words come to me when I was writing. I love it.

[Serena]

I love the first three lines!
"I thought it was her, but it's not
I thought I was hurt, but it's love
I thought I was cursed from the start"

[HopingStrong]

Thank you! Thought of them, then ran to grab a pen and paper lol.