White meringue.
The delicately clustered cobwebs of lace stretching down the aisle.
All eyes are on her,
and her prince.
Triumphant in baby blue,
Flashing his pearly teeth.
Oozing charm with every shining smile.
Eyeing up the bridesmaid.
I'm sitting in the back,
Half-hiding in the dusty pew,
Wiping cobwebs from the side.
With me are her sisters,
Not ugly.
Just...not like her.
And who could match such etheral elegance?
I held her once,
Clasped between my filthy hands,
A delicately struggling butterfly.
But she was not mine to keep.
Not mine to dull,
To drop camphor on her pretty head,
Not mine to watch grow still,
The light go out,
Not mine to trap,
in a hopeless marriage.
So I let her go,
Because,
After all,
Everyone knows that
a Cinderella deserves more than,
a handful of Buttons.
I wrote a poem. xD ^^
Noah
XXX
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