A gossamer veil
A quiet tear
A hand in his
To hold forever.
The fire burns
The wedding, dead-night
The solemn exchange
Me to him.
I want to sleep
I want to leave
I don't want to be
his beloved.
But who would ever listen?
For I am just a child.
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Erm...I found this one at the bottom of a really big stack of useless paper in my bedroom (I'm pretty disorganized haha). This one's a lot more literal than usual...catch any undertones? Please comment, I would appreciate any feedback!
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Poems from the Recycling Bin
PoetryJust a random collection of poems from my trove of forgotten manuscripts. Read if you want...
