When she walked down the aisle
Looking gorgeous in her pearl white dress
Did you picture me
Do you still get flashbacks
Of when we used to talk about this moment
When we used to act it out
When you kissed her did you feel my lips
When you talked to her parents
Did you pretend they were mine
I know for a fact
That when she walked down the aisle you cried
Because you wanted her to be me
YOU ARE READING
The Forms Of Love
PoetryA collection of poetry made to fill the lack of love in your heart EXCLAIMER! Some of these will want to make you call for your ex back, read at your own risk!
