Frighten Dove Poem by Ilme SonCries

Where you’ve been, what you’ve seen
What you’ve done, what you’ve sung
Tell me, tell me, unless I won’t see

Sing the tunes I love, sing it to me from above
And I won’t fly away, like a frighten dove

I miss your voice, and you love your choice
Skin against skin, is currently my choice
Behave me, behave me, or you won’t be free

You search for the kind, I’m not that kind my love
When I talk to you I feel like a frighten dove