I’m broken down, by my dream is shattered by the reality
That you are dead, I cannot make you my happy husband
You flew away, left me alone without my sanity
I would gladly take your pale inviting hand
You would place your silver band on my finger
My tears would be rolling down our cheeks
I’ll be in dress of white I wanted, I wanted the singer
At my wedding I would not to dare to peak
But behind the mask he was anything you could not explain
But my dress is still in my closet and my cries will make a river
Tears, that grieving for my loss, I am shaking from pain
I am screaming that makes you shudder and shiver
We would have tied the knot and then we kissed
Hugging each other, hand in hand
But you have turned into an angel, you certainly will be missed
I will let you go, my angel to the holy land
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Author:
4wheels (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Excellent write
A very touching piece of writing dealing with painful grief and the loss of a much loved one, written with care
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