Wedding Tears
My hot tears of tradgedy stain this day of utmost joy.They blemish the brillance, mar the holy union to imperfection.
I stand and applaud,blending in with the others,outwardly.
Inwardly, I am nothing like the others.
When they dance, bride and groom,love radiates through the air.
I feel none.
My shield of sorrows deflects their joy, sending it back as shards of pain.
I try to will a shard into the heart of the girl I love.
I watch her dance, arms around the groom, and wonder if I was succesfull
Poetry by AL DAMORE
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 21:38
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