UNENDING CIRCLE

Put a ring on it!

They scream it like it’s the definition of one’s life but act nothing like it

White designer dress sweeping the floor and the ever exquisite tuxedo

Those pair you would think were created together

At that moment that’s all that really matters

I get it really!

I have seen too much of it not to

Hollywood tries to script it out

‘’... and they lived happily ever after’’

Like you get a souvenir wand to live by

I even hear some say that its the best day of their lives

And for that one minute my heart breaks and I know these ones know nothing about the journey they just embarked on

If I get to live more than half of my existence with another why would the beginning be the best?

My heart starts to ponder; just maybe we give up before it even started

Put a ring on it!

I see their fingers perfectly crested with the ring

Some of noble value; well the others an image

I then wonder if they have it beautifully crested in their hearts too

Knowing the magnitude of what defines an unending circle

If only these rings could speak

They probably would chant the scars of its holder

I want to have to have the ring on

But crested in my heart

I want to chant it as a war of victory

Having the knowledge of one chasing a thousand and two ten thousand

But wait

The whole essence of the ring shouldn’t be in the beauty

But the scars that is revealed when it leaves

Belle…