Jilted on my wedding day.
Nothing left to do but walk away.
No-where to go, no words left to say.
I parted with my soul along the way.
Down on my knees I pray- but, Nay-
Return to life you will not, and I must now let you stay.
I go back to the graveyard where you and I first met.
Meeting you should always be
My most heartfelt
Regret;
For it was only the ghost of you that I met.
Tears I have cried till my wedding weeds are wet.
I lie on your grave, to be with you, my pet.
The sky slowly darkens, then turns black as Jet.
As the last blood tumbles,
Draining from my aching wrists
The mists suddenly clear-
You have come at last for me, my dear.
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Author Notes
Jilted on wedding day.....no fight in me left, no more words left to say. Is he alive, is she dead? In the afterlife they will be wed....
Please note in the North East of England where I am from 'Pet' is a term of old fashioned endearment.
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