Give me love
i'm a dove.
flying above
unhappiness.
so I shove you away
to dispose off my old sheer euphoria.
memories of her in the
bath tub, laying there still
wondering if this was real...
her eyes had black smudges
underneath from all the
makeup she use to wear
and i couldn't bear
the fact that she use to call
herself ugly.
vomit trailed down her blouse
as i tried to get the pills
out of her system.
god, so many pills
she tried to drown herself
that night, after she just tried
to do suicide
by my side.
yes...
i guess she was
really that unhappy.
my new lover asked
me why i didn't want her loving
and i simply repeated,
give me love
im a dove
flying above unhappiness.
