december sixth twenty-nineteen
rhyme pattern - aabb
it's never quiet in here,
they never stop talking and i can't hear;
the voices never stop talking,
so i go; go walking.
it's tiresome really,
walking all day, walking all day makes me feel chilly,
i pass happy people, people with smiles,
so i walk, for miles and miles.
i won't quit walking until the day they hush,
i once tried running, but that was too much,
so instead i decided, decided to walk,
and yet, they still talk.
she makes them talk in whispers you see,
because when she talks, she talks to me,
she's lovely, lovely like a butterfly,
when she talks, they start to cry.
they cry when she talks because they're sad,
sad that she makes me forget the fear i once had,
because today, today i knew for a while,
that they would be gone as she walked down the aisle.
