four young ladies sat around
devailed brides
away from father's prying eyes
but one with the veil still on
four young ladies sat around
in eggshell white
with hands that just might
but one wishes she were gone
four young ladies sat around
and said love is forever
and never and never
but one has her veil too long
one young maiden lounged about
and will never wait till dawn
not with her lights still on
and no ladies to look upon
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
