Doves of Lies
Popularity came at a cost,
the price of which he kept a secret of all he lost.
Slow dancing with queen bee,
but wanting free.
Never seen a boy so sad,
emotions over filling to the brim.
It was not that he had a deadbeat dad,
but rather that his life was full of prelim.
Faux friends surround a broken heart,
hand curled under a piercing talon.
Their false security took such an art,
even though he had long not fallen.
The scars that lined his arms,
welcomed all his bad dreams.
The acid words they dipped onto him sung with harm,
but still he let out straight rowed beams.
If the boy would only let down his walls,
and learn a little love.
Would he ever hear so many calls,
for he was loved like a dove.
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LIFE IN POETRY
PoetryDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
