Dress Of Bride Poem by Timothy Quevedo

She fell once today,
A broken grin chafed around her face,
You fail to know her heart breaks,
Hidden within her thoughts lay demise,
Piercing heavy shades of compromise,
She let's loose the mind of treason,
Screaming as if agony didn't have a reason,
One day and many nights,
Charted between the fallen and the quiet,
Her days may believe the moon,
Saying she find love again soon,
In the rise of the sun,
She sees her fatal gun,
She has no thoughts of life,
Only Red stained on the sheets of white,
Before her mind gets blown,
She stumbles upon her love with a stone,
There stands a man brave and alone,
With his blinded eyes but its her he can see,
And he chortled the words 'will you marry me? '
She came with a head of pride,
Awaiting maids while she flaunts her dress of bride,
She walks towards the stand,
To find her back stabbed once again,
From the chest she is scarred,
A lonely breath with a loveless heart,
She twindles her finger around the trigger,
Puts the metal to her lobe to find it's much bigger,
Closing her eyes and begging for peace,
She ends her life to find her serenity,
A lifeless moral believing the darkest opaque,
Because she believed love was always too fake.