Written by Emily Harstone | January 25, 2018
I thought they would never end.
I was 15. He was 36.
“You were all I ever needed.”
Terribly forgetful sometimes he arrives late
“She stood, waiting, for loving vows…”
she bid her true love farewell
She stepped into a new life.
She stood alone but beautifully free
And now I am painfully alone.
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I thought they would never end.
I was 15. He was 36.
“You were all I ever needed.”
Terribly forgetful sometimes he arrives late
“She stood, waiting, for loving vows…”
she bid her true love farewell
She stepped into a new life.
She stood alone but beautifully free
And now I am painfully
alone.