turtle dove

by whitehorse

he questioned me, again and again

what makes you different?
nothing
what makes you special?
nothing
how can you be in love?
i dont know
how can you feel like that?
i dont know
WHY?
and i was silent

the lack of waves was my weapon

a quiet soo deep that it rushed over us both like water

you should really call her, i explained

but SHE wasnt defined
so he made a choice

THE earth never makes mistakes i suppose

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TURTLE DOVE ( in questions) (then in a statement)

how much time did she spend putting those stickes on cards?

getting the wording just right, so he would love her?

or singing her hardest for him?

was it for him?

do you really know?

and did you see the way she looked at him?

How was that?

like he was the last boy she would ever need

really?