Next to the dried bride's bouquet
Hidden, hanging in the bedroom closet
She wore the dress she never got to wear
So they could see it when they found her
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The Poetry Collection ♡ Republished
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
88. Wedding Dress
Next to the dried bride's bouquet
Hidden, hanging in the bedroom closet
She wore the dress she never got to wear
So they could see it when they found her
