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The dress I stood in was too tight and exposing
Still loose enough to cover the skeletons in my closet
Nervously my hands shook and my heart beat frantically
'It's happening,' I told myself. 'You should be happy'
Guests flooded in from where I could see
Enemies in disguise chartered around me
I joined them in talk hypocritically
Oh the things you do for the world around us
'It's time!' They said excitedly
'It's time.' I heard quite dishearteningly
Oh how beautifully our hearts play with our minds
Killing the truth, seducing the lies
The world is not a wish granting factory
Yet still we work in it day and night
Running after things that are never meant to be
I carried the veil that I was supposed to be wearing
Walked a step backwards than I was supposed to be walking
Laughing and smiling, practising how to be fake
For when reaching the isle
It's smiles, not tears we will break
Upon opening the doors, people were all you could see
But I had eyes on only one
And it seemed, so had he
The veil almost broke free from my grasp
My heart almost stopped, but never did our eye contact
Some would say the claps were deafening
My screams internally would say otherwise
'Look away,' I begged us both
'Someone else deserves that stare'
But we were bith weaklings, at the mercy of an affair
The dress I stood in was still too tight and exposing
But not enough to show what was happening inside
Nervously my hands shook and my heart beat frantically
'It's happening,' I told myself. 'Are you now happy?'
'I now pronounce you husband and wife!'
He said to the man whom I had loved all my life
Kissed he, the woman who was supposed to be me
As I watched from afar
Watching my marriage happening without me
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Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...