The mourning doves sing their songs
about 3 miles away.
Chirping of despair, beauty, angst
and then of better days.

Mourning dove, thou is free!
The world is your cage,
and thy wings may take you beyond.
So why do you speak of sorrowful pleas?

Why sing at dusk, o mourning dove?
When the day is folding in,
and the sky drips pastels on its canvas;
perhaps falling from above.

I do not know why you sing, sad sad mourning doves.
Yet I still sing along, and rather leave questions unsaid.

I think I made you up inside my head,
I yell in between the lines of words I should've said.
I convince them it's really not me, but
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I want to drop dead at the sight of you,
past six feet under, unfortunately making enough room
for us two.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The whole world crumbles when I hear you speak,
screeching my sorrows, blurting my name.
I wish you didn't weaken my already fatigued physique.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

You're composed of doubts and wait for collapse;
until I start where I was always at.
You leave me with chasms, unfilled gaps.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

You're from Hell itself, the deepest of low.
They're from Heaven, and left without a note.
How many more shots until the final blow?
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

My heart races,
and you came in first place.

There's no competition,
all is fair in love and war.

With you there will be no repetition,
you run to me with all your ambition.

Thanks for being my simple addition,
causing me a better condition.

Our jokes align as much as the stars that brought me to you
Humor is the sexiness that draws me closer, giggling about
Whenever you're near, I'm never a shade of blue

Your word play, I adore
It only leaves me wanting foreplay, shedding clothes
Who knew puns could leave me undressed, on the floor

You laugh at your own mistakes
The red flush to your face, is the sun I want to bathe in
Your heart, I'll never break

Don't hide your face
For you could never do something worth a “sorry”
Because my love is more infinite than space

So please, exercise that goofy smile
And promise me you'll stay for awhile

spent my whole life staring at the receiver
waiting for my calling

to receive you
I jolted awake
after sleeping on the living room couch
coated in impatience

you have a ring to your name
and a bell in my heart