Leaving Me For Good
A poem about a love who is already out of reach
By Sylvia RogersPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
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Cry, cry, cry
Little dove
Your wings are pierced
No one left to love
Little dove
Be angry, be mad
No one left to love
So now I am glad
Be angry, be mad
There’s nothing left to lose
So now I am glad
You are the one I choose
There’s nothing left to lose
I am finally here
You are the one I choose
Please don’t disappear
I am finally here
You run like a fawn
Please don’t disappear
Now you are gone
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