Of Wedding Dresses and half Baked Dreams

In the white dress

Her white wedding dress

She walks down, so demure

The white skirt swaying

Like the wedding bell

That’ll soon announce her

The man’s wife.

She sits there

Watching herself

Exchange the nuptial vows

Seething with envy

Only to lose herself

In a mirthless laugh

Of self mockery

The very next instant.

She has turned

Into such a cynic

When it comes

 To love;             

And why not

When with all the pleasures

Of the mortal soul

It’s the fabled pains of love

Whose absence

Torments her thus.

She has turned

Into such a cynic

But not quite.

The romantic in her

It’s still there

Gagging

Gurgling

Choking

Gasping for its last breath

Letting out soul wrenching shrieks.

Enough.

She’s had enough.

This sweet nightmare

She wants no more;

But her eyes

They just won’t shut.

She lets out a sigh

Part resignation

Part longing

But mostly just despair

She can’t help it

Her eyes wide open

She continues to stare.