Streets coated with white doves,
Twos holding hands together
Houses painted with your face
You were there with me
Your music placed us in a world
A small pretty heaven
Remember when you woke me up when it all dawned,
When you made me wait for love,
What of the nights, the days,
You made sorrow seem sweet,
Throwing arrows my way
Wish this could rhyme like your music in my ears,
But its only a memorial filled with tears,
Hope the angels picked you up to paradise,
Hope you compose the music in chorals of castles in heaven,
Hope you find peace abundance,
Hope you find your music
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Teenage Blossoms
PoetryThis is a volume of poems that celebrates teenage hood, how perfect it is with all our mistakes , choices and flaws. True acceptance of who you are it is a chance for you to be free. It is a collection of love, religion, sexuality, friendship and ch...
