This burn in my heart,
it doesn't want to subside.
These open wounds of my heart,
they fail to heal, believe me I tried.
The pain I'm left with,
is so much, it cannot be described.
The pressure in my chest,
it seems to reside.
Tell me Oh Dear heart............
Why was I left at the alter,
Is it so wrong to be a bride.......?
A/N:-
pic credits go to dianaloveee thank you for the pic...!!!
and also tina thank you so much for encouraging me to publish my poems here, if it weren't for you all my poems would've been rotting away in my diary...!!
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