Chances Lost - Poem by Dazza Reason
See always did look good in white,
and soon I’ll turn and see.
My angel walking down the aisle,
but walking straight past me.
And he’s standing by the altar,
With his best man at his side.
And I’m here in the final row,
My pain I’ll try to hide.
A silence falls, their heads all turn,
The organ begins to start.
The ‘wedding march’ fills up the room,
and drowns out my breaking heart.
And now she walks, stands by his side,
and their love, they both profess.
I want to stand, and stop all this,
my feelings for her, confess.
But now I’ve finally seen her,
This gorgeous blushing bride.
She was as I saw her in my dreams,
but now, those dreams have died.
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