Written by Emily Harstone | January 25, 2018
And He shall have HIS BRIDE
I knew they weren’t just “friends.”
He’s gone. Now my life begins.
Dead-she rose again from below.
She decided she couldn’t do it.
The heir, about to be crowned.
Can’t bring myself to go in
Tripped on hem and tumbled down
My transformation is for me, alone.
With breauty and grace she waited.
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And He shall have HIS BRIDE
I knew they weren’t just “friends.”
He’s gone. Now my life begins.
Dead-she rose again from below.
She decided she couldn’t do it.
The heir, about to be crowned.
Can’t bring myself to go in
Tripped on hem and tumbled down
My transformation is for me, alone.
With breauty and grace she waited.