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Beautiful Tragedy.
The church bells ring.
It's time.
This sunny July day.
It's Saturday.
I'm riding in this car,
My hair in a slick, curled ponytail.
A veil over my face.
Im wearing this warm pink color dress,
Suiting my body like an hour glass.
The car stopped and I stepped out
Slowly, careful of my heels.
I were standing in front of a white chruch,
Grass surrouding it.
I walked through the doors and people
Were piling inside,
Taking their seats.
I stood next to the preacher,
Everyone waited for the Bride and Groom.
He finally came out and stood a few steps away from me.
He was wearing his tux and a flower in his shirt pocket.
He was my best friend.
The music started to play,
The bride started walking down the aile.
Her arm linked with her father's.
She was smiling, so was he.
They were both happy.
A tear rolled down my face.
It was a beautiful tragedy.
The preacher said his speech and the final words were said,
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
I stared at him,
I had something to say.
This was wrong.
WE were right.
They dont belong together.
WE do.
My heart is for him.
As his is for mine.
I just wish people would see it the same.
"Excuse me"
I say.
And everybody stares at me.
Except for my best friend.
"I have something to confess"
Eyes widen all around me.
They're curious of what I will say.
I look at him and he just closes his eyes.
"They cant.."
He doesnt let me finish.
"We cant marry each other."
He says about himself and wife-to-be.
"That's what she was going to say,
I've heard it all before."
I look at him and sigh.
"But we can marry each other,
And that's what we came here to do."
I close my eyes now and let it all happen.
The vows, the " I do's",
Everything I wish I was doing with him.
Everything I should be doing with him.
"You may kiss the bride."
He kisses his bride and I almost felt his lips.
Oh, what a beautiful tragedy.
It's time.
This sunny July day.
It's Saturday.
I'm riding in this car,
My hair in a slick, curled ponytail.
A veil over my face.
Im wearing this warm pink color dress,
Suiting my body like an hour glass.
The car stopped and I stepped out
Slowly, careful of my heels.
I were standing in front of a white chruch,
Grass surrouding it.
I walked through the doors and people
Were piling inside,
Taking their seats.
I stood next to the preacher,
Everyone waited for the Bride and Groom.
He finally came out and stood a few steps away from me.
He was wearing his tux and a flower in his shirt pocket.
He was my best friend.
The music started to play,
The bride started walking down the aile.
Her arm linked with her father's.
She was smiling, so was he.
They were both happy.
A tear rolled down my face.
It was a beautiful tragedy.
The preacher said his speech and the final words were said,
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
I stared at him,
I had something to say.
This was wrong.
WE were right.
They dont belong together.
WE do.
My heart is for him.
As his is for mine.
I just wish people would see it the same.
"Excuse me"
I say.
And everybody stares at me.
Except for my best friend.
"I have something to confess"
Eyes widen all around me.
They're curious of what I will say.
I look at him and he just closes his eyes.
"They cant.."
He doesnt let me finish.
"We cant marry each other."
He says about himself and wife-to-be.
"That's what she was going to say,
I've heard it all before."
I look at him and sigh.
"But we can marry each other,
And that's what we came here to do."
I close my eyes now and let it all happen.
The vows, the " I do's",
Everything I wish I was doing with him.
Everything I should be doing with him.
"You may kiss the bride."
He kisses his bride and I almost felt his lips.
Oh, what a beautiful tragedy.
Published 22nd Jun 2011
| Edited 25th Jun 2011
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22nd Jun 2011 11:56pm
the final line it's not very necessary. it's much more effective if you closed the poem with a longing than a remark from a 3rd person. Nevertheless the poem was pretty good.
i enjoyed reading it.
i enjoyed reading it.
23rd Jun 2011 00:30am
