Doves Poem by Hayley Lewis

Whenever doves come to me
Fallen and broken
In the breeze,
I take them to my love,
And try and mend their wings.
Only I am empty now.
So much so I cannot breathe.

But they love me,
Much like I love them.
I collect their pretty tears
And make them my friends.

They cry to me
Through shadows and heart wrenching toil,
They whisper troubles I cannot mend
But I hold them
Deeper into my soul
And I cant let go.

I cant let go.

I need them;
Maybe more than they need me.
And I want to let them go
And set them free.
But I cannot see my life without them;
Anymore.
So I will give my body and soul
To keep them here
Behind my door.