It was not my day
And yet my day
Inside the antique marble chapel
Where everything was under the spell
Of a divine beautiful bride
And a handsome bloke by her side
She was the only friend I had
And I was her secret lover-lad
As the holy prayers reached heaven
Angels descended down the skies seven
And when she caressed and kissed the groom
My heart broke, shattering to doom
I cried with no more tears left to shed
My eyes and heart both bleeding red
But know what, even if I ain't the groom
I am happy to see her magnificently wed
She holds immaculately that blush and smile
And that's what has always got me dead
-Ash Ar
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PoëzieEverything that can hit you deep inside. Hello, everyone. This is my collection of short stories, poems, quotes and various other things. I don't hope cause I know you are going to like my work. -Ash Ar Reza
