There Will be No Ring
By: Taylor Donnelly
What am i doing wrong
Because i've been feeling cold for so long
No hand to hold
No future told
No body to warm these shaking bones
No thing to help walk though the unknowns
But i'll keep quiet in my own way
Because really what is there to say
I'm second string
There will be no ring
No makeup could fool them
No one to condem
I'll write about it as if it were
and talk as if it did occur
and in the end i'll grow sour
But even that would break my feverish heart
Even then i cant play my own part
The second string
The substitue thing
There will be no ring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem