Poetry.

Your White Dove

You act like I am untrustable,

You act like I am terrible.

You say to stop and I do,

Then he goes and ends it too.

You say stopping is not right,

But I ain’t that bright.

You act like everything is fine,

But what about me, am I fine?

I cried for you,

Give advice to you too.

I helped you threw tough times,

But I guess none of that is worth a dime.

You can have him and his love,

I can live, I am just your white dove.