Saturday, November 22, 2008

don't make me chase you, even doves have pride.





How can you just leave me standing,
alone in a world that's so cold.
Maybe I'm just to demanding,
maybe I'm just like my father, too bold.
Maybe you're just like my mother,
she's never satisfied.

Why do we scream at eachother?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.

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