A woman with tired, platinum hair will
Cry at the sight,
A friend with kind eyes would have
Stayed up all night.Your father will dress in his best,
Your sister will marvel at your dress.Gasps will be heard echo against the furthest church wall
People,
Friends,
Family
Will be taken in awe,
At how serine you are, elegant and tall.A man up to his neck in ink will stare for a while
Then smile
Because you're his bride.I'm sorry, I wont be there.
It's not that I don't care,It's just because
I can't watch you give your life to him forever
When you could have had mine whenever.
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No Hope For Humanity
PoetrySome of my new and old poems Cover art is not mine - temporary