The Midnight Doves
Perfect for someone, isn't possible.
It's like another one of those impossible dreams.
When you realize how much friction is needed to make a relationship work. When you realize that you need be different, and possibly total opposites for a relationship to last.
Lust comes so fast.
Heartbreak hurts so bad.
Broken lovers, are the midnight doves.
Who had to much in common, one left cause he got so bored.
With wings so he took flight
He soared
He found another.
All they time they got into their fights
All the time they made love to make things right.
With their differences is what made them strong as one.
Whole and complete.
These were the doves who were never meant be, but still some how they are just because of who they are.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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