Wedding give me hope,
It’s speak to me that I shouldn’t let go of the rope.
Every stride, of the bride, give me life.
And every smile, of the groom, send me over the moon.
Every happy tears, outshine my fears, of being alone.
Doves set free, the bouquet’s thrown, The girls scream in glee.
One day I’ll feel this again, this time,
In the hands of a guy ,
Who I can call mine.
@ bittersweet diary 
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