The world kept moving,
And cows continued mooing.
The sky changed colours,
But the moon remained discoloured.
It had been months,
And all I had heard were my own grunts.
I hadn't stopped complaining,
About my life's failings.
Like one where my romance wasn't returned,
The foolishness that I yearned.
But one night when I layed in bed,
With a quarantined head.
I realised all I needed was love.
To be my own dove.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
The world kept moving,
And cows continued mooing.
The sky changed colours,
But the moon remained discoloured.
It had been months,
And all I had heard were my own grunts.
I hadn't stopped complaining,
About my life's failings.
Like one where my romance wasn't returned,
The foolishness that I yearned.
But one night when I layed in bed,
With a quarantined head.
I realised all I needed was love.
To be my own dove.
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