SPOKEN WORD POEM
ITS CRAZY HOW FALESLY LOVE I WAS.
WITCH LEED ME TO BELIEVE, I-WAS..
DECIVED BY LIES,MY EYES, FELL LIKE AN ANGLE FROM ABOVE.
MY WING SNAPED!! I FEEL PAIN! CAN YOU PITCURE A DOVE??..
ITS A LIGHT FROM THE DOVE, PURLY FORM LOVE.
DESPISE THE WHITE LIGHT, IVE BEEN DRUGGED THROUGH THE MUD.
WITH INJURYS THAT COULD BEEN HEALD, WITH… ONLY A HUG…
NOW HIS PAIN STARTING TO GROW AND THAT LIGHT THAT HE HAD, IS NOW A SMALL GLOW.
YOU WOULD THINK YOU’D BE ABLE TO TELL THE DIFFERENT BETWEEN A DOVE AND A CROW…
BUT YOU CANT!!! OR THEY CANT!!SO ALL YALL SEE IS THE CROW.
A MIXTURE OF HATE, INTO A VALTURE I GROW.
CIRCLING MY VICTUMS, WHO WILL BE THE NEXT DOVE TO GO???
A FALLEN DOVE
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