Yellow is my once white dress
dried are the roses
that I held in my hands
torn and tattered is my head dress
that trailed behind me
Boney and ghoulish my beautiful body has turned
from all the years I have waited for you
oh sweet unfulfilled love
I waited for you
the guest have gone
and the Father has blown out the candles
The wind blows through the broken saints
And my tears are now ashes
Oh how I've waited
and I still hope
Its an old poem from a couple years ago. The lines that are underlined is what I just added.
What do you all think?
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