As the dove swoops down,
You can never forget the White,
The pure, unflawed look of innocence,
One that will tarnish your insides until you realise,
Is purity and innocence what I want?
Do I want an old shade of myself?
Or do I want a new shade of something else?
Should I let the walls I worked so hard on,
Crumble and fall to my feet?
Or should I continue to wait for the new shade to appear,
Waiting for my desperate desire to be fulfilled,
Is hope the answer?
Or is it fate?
Because I am the captain,
I am the Master,
I am the variable,
And only I can decide.
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Not really great, but just easing myself into it!
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Love
Caroline xx
