When doves cry
is it because
they are filled with pity?
When they lie
slain on the street
I can only hope they went out quickly
I drive by
through busy streets
I count their dead
I feel so sorry
When doves cry
it must be because
they know most will not miss them
“Stay away,” they’ll say
“She doesn’t think right,”
“She has horrible visions,
incomprehensible to the mind.”
She is disorder
She is me
A single thought blossoms
into sweet insanity
A moment you can’t make
a feeling you can’t shake
I am the monster
they tell you is fake
I am the apathy
leftover from hate
I’m what they hate
that’s what they’ll say
Do you remember the time
that you and I
spent in front of the TV?
We watched Disney cartoons
and the world around us
stopped.
I remember
when nothing else mattered
and we could just be.
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