Leaf & Dove

I was lost a bit, I know...

gone in

the fog and grit,

and snow.

And now,

I’m not sure what I have

come back to, babe.

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But,

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it can be so easy just

to cry and lose my wit, (but I)

do know that what we’re of is love (and not)

of hate, or hurt, or rage, or war, or jade that ends

in fit.

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Cut

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deep into my skin, you do…

you

won’t let me off the hook (I’m like)

a fish, and you

won’t let me sink,

or swim,

or wade in one more day with you.

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Gut

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the hope and vim out of me, baby -

save

only what you say

you gave me, I’ll

bow down to you

and beg you now

to stay and kiss and love me like

I know the fool in you

deep down does want

to do.

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Just

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eat up all

my life (much like)

the lion, like

the Leo that you are…

I know that it can feed your ego when

I weep and say, “don’t run away -

here is who and what we are.”

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Oh,

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and tell me now,

is this the way it has to be?

Is our love a nail or spar of jade -

are we amid a war of hurt

and scar and hate and rage?

Or have we only lost

the key to free us from

this box and from

this cage?

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Is it

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lust or is it love?

Is it rust or is it

gold that has been

lost in all the mud? We

sift the ruin set amid us,

have we

ever been a tale of

leaf and dove?

(Can we)

find just one kind act to fill our cup (now that we)

are on the bar and want

to jump?

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Is it dust or is it love?

Can we

move past this wall amid us, will

you toss me just one bone or will you

tug and pull the rug?

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I will set the past on fire, babe

I

will pay no mind to rust or jade.

For as I’ve told

I know it’s gold

of what we’re cast and have

been made.

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For

to love you is a must,

and I know you need me and that this -

that we

are love and not just lust.

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So,

let’s be free from jail,

my love -

let us make bail...

we are a tale

of leaf, and cure, and let, and be, and dove.

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-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨