I will be her.
That wedding girl.
Smiling and so sure,
While she does a twirl.
She stares at the audience with awe.
Throws her flowers and all.
But what I noticed was a man.
She'd give glances longingly.
But he was with another woman.
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Plain Jane
PoetryWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
I'll Be Her
I will be her.
That wedding girl.
Smiling and so sure,
While she does a twirl.
She stares at the audience with awe.
Throws her flowers and all.
But what I noticed was a man.
She'd give glances longingly.
But he was with another woman.