Sweet Little Dove.
Then, I was a little Sweet Dove.
So meek and gentle.
With a lucent golden heart.
The blue sky and thousands stars
Adorn my dreams all night.
Months turned years.
Once a little me now a teen.
But everything seems to be twirling.
Like the gentle breeze
My sweet gentle heart moves.
A strict heart of seriousness
Takes a righteous humble heart.
A hole in the holy place,
And the demons roamed.
Hauling at a purity,
What taste more sweet,
than the blood of an innocent.
What could be more dwelling,
Than a once pure soul.
Now with a shot madness.
And a fiery temper
From the devil's paradise.
I weep everyday
Hoping to change for good.
Hoping to be that Sweet Little Dove.
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Sweet Little Dove.
PoetrySweet Little Dove is a poem revealing how our human nature could change sometimes. A cute little innocent child who grows up becoming a fierce teenage.
