The Bride Dressed In Black
The day of her wedding was the day she became a Widow.
Her bouquet was withering away,
as they played the funeral march
instead of wedding bells,
she was clad in the purest white
just this morning
Her bouquet was withering away,
as they played the funeral march
instead of wedding bells,
she was clad in the purest white
just this morning
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Real Life now.
I bleed out my soul in my writing, in these pages you will find poems and short stories fantastical in nature and completely fictional. And some reviews too!