The night of my wedding,
I found a note
Hidden away,
In the back pocket of a coat
One year prior,
It was written to me
Inked in love,
It was poetry
From my best friend,
Who I'd loved for years
Who had seen me at my highest,
And my worst- in tears
He'd been by my side,
Through thick and thin
I couldn't stop thinking,
About what could've been
He'd poured out his feelings,
What he'd wanted to say
I found out too late,
That he felt the same way
I'd already fallen,
For another man
I'd said "I do",
And he took my hand
It was never mailed in,
Love didn't open its door
He put our friendship first,
And for that I loved him more
Younger Me would've been pleased,
So I chose to be too
All these years it was mutual,
And I hadn't a clue
Although nothing changed,
In my heart he had a room
If he'd given me the letter,
He would've been my groom
The night of my wedding,
I found poetry
If only he'd decided,
To give it to me.
~Via
It's the thought that counts.
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
