She used to fly
and twist,
She used to jump
and dive,
She used to perch on countertops
and dream.
She used to be candy-cane letters
and too- bright feathers,
golden glows
and angel halos.
She used to give love out
like it was something that came free,
but in time, she realized,
“Now there’s nothing left for me.”
She used to fly across the sky,
she used to twist through the air.
Places used to be safe,
homes used to be warm;
Now she sits and waits for
love, forevermore.
Because before she curved
and before she bled,
she used to fly across the sky
she used to twist through the air.
She used to jump and dive,
there used to be a fire
somewhere inside
But she curved and bled,
too sick to leave her bed,
waiting for her bitter end
thinking,
“They used to call me dove.”
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
She used to fly
and twist,
She used to jump
and dive,
She used to perch on countertops
and dream.
She used to be candy-cane letters
and too- bright feathers,
golden glows
and angel halos.
She used to give love out
like it was something that came free,
but in time, she realized,
“Now there’s nothing left for me.”
She used to fly across the sky,
she used to twist through the air.
Places used to be safe,
homes used to be warm;
Now she sits and waits for
love, forevermore.
Because before she curved
and before she bled,
she used to fly across the sky
she used to twist through the air.
She used to jump and dive,
there used to be a fire
somewhere inside
But she curved and bled,
too sick to leave her bed,
waiting for her bitter end
thinking,
“They used to call me dove.”
unedieted brain-dumping here, this is probably kinda bad