all the Joy,
I just can't.
a bride wears white,
a beautiful soul wrapped in smiles.
& here I sit.
watching two collide,
praying I don't see a bloody crash again.
glittery ribbons of planned out lies,
tie my mouth closed.
this pen has truth,
to see another soul wrecked will break me more,
praying the song is true as he plays it for you.
you really did look beautiful.