The Wedding

I was re-arranging my clutter at home when I saw some of my old stuffs in high school and college. I had this old notebook of poems I made. This one caught my eye and I just wanted to share it. It has been structured the way we were taught in school. And I can't seem to remember why I created something like this.

THE WEDDING

Down the bridge

A maiden stood

In a long white gown

In church it should

Weeping endlessly

Her eyes blurry

That made the flowing river

Whisper sorry

Her crimson lips

Now been washed with tears

Unable to say

She seized the day

Her groom indeed

Was gone without a word

Leaving her behind the dark world

A heart that as sweet as she

She wondered why it couldn't be

But never again

The maiden vowed

Will she ever walk

In the aisle of doubt