white gown
bouquet in hand
ring shining
knife behind your back
walk down the aisle
do it.
vows are spoken
blood is spilled
red gown
heart in hand
ring dulled
knife in his gut
skip down the aisle
you did it.
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Wandering Into the Mind
Poetrythese are just random poems i make while i'm bored - some may not be recommended for younger people
