White Dove

He pulls his hair from his head,
Crying on his bed,
Lost in translation
And sensation,
Why I did what I did,

I want the chance,
To make an immense,
Change to how I had been acting,
I should have known that I was lacking,

I want her love,
Like that of white dove,
I want her back,
I can change the way I act,

I hope she can see,
That I want her to be with me,
She is my rock,
She is the tick,
To my tock,
In my clock,

I can not sleep and dream,
Live through this choking steam,
My love for her is thrilling,
Yet it is killing,

I hate to see that,
I am about to splat,
With a flop,
From the top,

She will never love,
Me like the white dove