Clawing her way out of the coffin,
she makes her grand entrance.
Only to wait beside those rusted gaits,
that replaced the splintering white picket fence.1
And her elegant dress catches the thisles,
that tear away that the flesh on her feet.
Smiling and bleeding shes patient,
Waiting where he promised they'd meet.2
And the trees have gone bare,
the wind stings with its chill.
Lucky for her,
the dead cannot feel. 3
The day grows weary,
ghosts gather around.
The beautiful corpse,
has collapsed to the ground.4
And they cant feel a pulse,
because there's nothing there.
Her heart drowned in hope.
she knew he wouldn't be there.
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You're amazing. I really felt this one <3
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