She's weaving her life into a dress She'll never wear.
Clutching seems already torn in pale palms
His neglect like painful pins in her soft heart, yet she forgives again and again, staining the dress red with every pardon.
Songs of Hopes and wishes resonate to vibrant church bells
Every stitch and string a new sound
But he can't hear the chimes.
To her she's sowing their wedding dress
to him, She's sowing a gown for her grave.
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Piece Of My Mind
PuisiThis is a collection of poems, short stories and soliloquies about my conscious and subconscious life.
