To my Lovey Dovey
You get called that for a reason
Though you don't have hollow bones
Or feathers on your body
You don't need them to make you fly
If you want to fly you will do it on your own
Don't something stop you from reaching what you want
My Lovey Dovey
YOU ARE READING
In the Rose
PoetryA collection of different poetry ~Tears on the Ground~ Tears pour down As the tears fall quickly I curl into a ball Like it can hide the pain What do I do What should I say Probably nothing It's better that way Easier for me Easier for them Easi...
