"Why do this in the first place?"
She watched with a wide smile,
As the priest beheld both with a tie,
A bond never to be broken,
But tied to the broken, are you still certain?
She smiled at him,
He only watched,
Immobile and unmoving,
As if frozen, stuck with the dying...
Sorry he meant place!
She saw him pace,
Unsure of what they both knew wouldn't be stopped.
He saw her smile,
He thought,
"Why? Let's just get this over with!"
If only she knew,
What he thought?!
But how could she?
She was caught in a high.
A euphoric feeling
Experienced by the bound
Make that blind.
C'mon don't be harsh!
She was blind to the reality ahead.
Blind to the reality of what
Lay behind the facade of the glory,
The glory masked by the ecstasy
Of a union,
Union into the unknown, to the broken
Maybe she could do better than him.
She will never get to know that now.
The deal is sealed.
She is his forever!
To do with as he pleased, good or bad.
Till death tore them apart.
But when will the stupid grave part?
Part to part them or tear them apart?
A/N: If you're not sure about it why do it? I ask myself this question many times but the answer I always get is this. Why not try? Sure or not, sometimes you just have to do it. And that scares me.
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PoetryRanking #1 among stories by Ugandan authors #Uganda 15/11/22 Tying the knot should be (and must be) the most exciting experience of any woman's life. However, married to the most selfish man in the world? It seems like the knot is tied around your n...
