Bride

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I walk down the aisle with a veil of weighted stars

Hoping none come too close and none drift too far

Eternally being a broken heart's scar


No feathers but wings that thrive in the night

Lacking the chill of a raven's last flight

Eternally being a broken heart's fight


Somewhere among clouds there's a girl with no wings

A girl that no one comes close to understanding

Eternally being a broken heart's ring


Little rabbit, little lion, little light in the tide

Little lover, little dreamer, little broken inside

Eternally being the unmarried bride.


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