The Bride

And here comes the bride

They say the best of things are hidden,

So I guess my pain is a beauty to behold,

Explains why you zipped me up,

Made sure I never spoke a word,

So no-one could steal my beauty.

Maybe I’ve always been lucky,

To have the kind of love that you could give,

And the scars in my heart are proof of that,

Leave alone those scattered across my body.

So today is my wedding,

Look at me, I’m all dressed in white,

Waiting for my groom as I lay in my coffin,

And here is where the story ends,

The story of how my protector turned me into their prey,

They say love is blind,

I’ve loved and died for that love.

Jossie