I've seen fire; I've seen rain
Yet I don't know if I have ever felt this much pain
A thousand arrows and a million scars
I still don't know how you led me this far
With a shower of cold—my head's in denial
Yet there isn't much time as I'm walking down this aisle.
My father to my right, linked arm in arm
Doesn't know your touches evolved from love to harm
No number of layers of makeup on my skin
Can ever possibly cover the hurt within.
I guess the days have past
No more pages to my perfect fairytale
I'm not quite sure how I expected it to last
Or if I would have been happier knowing it'd fail.
My escaping tears tell me I can still flee
Run away in search of a side quest
But imagining how my expecting family will ever look at me
Makes me ignore the aching in my chest.
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hi i seem to have lost my ability to write poetry and my self confidence have you seen it
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Of Sixes and Sevens
Poetryto be of sixes and sevens means to be in a state of confusion and disarray. a collection of poems by a person who has been stuck like this for a while. highest ranking: #411 in Poetry / / all rights reserved. do not reproduce or transmit in any for...
