Sarah Sisson (11-25-1971 / Texas)
Deep inside a moments time
is rough and watery, not kind
Into a pot of melted ice
i throw the batch of wedding rice
They do not swell, they remain cold
I can not trust; to have to hold...
...you for the days that come and go
I'll linger without bridal glow
And for this coming day of ours
I know the way, I see the spars...
...that come before us, cant you tell
there will be pain, the wedding bell...
...will ring and truth will set aside
the loss when I become your bride
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