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Crying In Your Wedding Dress

The warm eye of waking day
has drifted off
now the roads are rivers
not with rain
but with the tears
crying in that wedding dress
tearing your hair out

The swell of cliche
aches in my teeth
the sea froze over
not with winter
but with the pain
of pulling off that ring
screaming your lungs out

You wore that dress for nineteen hours
you wore it too long
you wore it when you pulled up
and you woke all white the next day
I wore my invisible jacket
my invisible shirt
my invisible smile
all day
on our wedding day

Well, the prototype of this appocalpyse
the blueprints of this heartache
are sketched so deep in me
there was no other way it could be
on our wedding day

I was walking, drunk, stumbling elsewhere
you were crying in your wedding dress
I was gone, I was never really there
you were crying in your wedding dress
I couldn't even say
I was broke for any feeling
you were broke for any hope
and crying in your wedding dress
on our wedding day...

(2010)

◄ Hunger Hill Farm

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 28th Apr 2010 20:15

What a powerful story you weave, true or not, almost the element of tragedy - preventable disaster.

Rachel Bond

Wed 28th Apr 2010 09:58

you wouldnt catch me in a wedding dress...i just wrote a little scenario about a bride spilling red wine on her dress on someone elses comments....theyre interesting images/symbols those dresses eh?..infused with so much meaning...

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