Eyes followed her,
As she walked down the isle,
Signing her life,
To the abusive devil,
With a hit and a scream,
Her vision a blur,
She only said yes,
And now she was here,
The man himself,
Was a metre away,
All she wanted to do,
Was spit in his face,
Destined to say,
The words 'i do',
Were repeating in her head,
A drilling pain in her temple,
All was a daze,
Untill she got to the end,
In slow motion,
A ring to her hand,
As she looked up,
A grin on his face,
Knowing the thoughts,
Of his destined wife,
After he said yes,
A lump in her throat formed,
She was a happy girl,
Look how that turned out,
She looked in his eyes,
A smile covering her face,
Knowing it was too late,
To get away from man she hated most...
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Blood On My Hands
PoetryPoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
