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The rosy bride didn't pace the hall,
Nor was there a wedding ball.
No bridesmaids, no flower girls,
Nor did I wear my mothers pearls.
For without the groom,
Playeth not the loud bassoon,
Tis the words that played,
While my heart like thunder relayed.
Melancholy, like Caesar, did I feel,
Piercing eyes, put forth the deal,
Closer to a faint, did I reel,
And like Calpurnia, I now kneel.
Hoping you'll read this through,
Hardly ebbing the feelings, I grew.
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Commit I, what I detest,
& leave you culprit, like in Gone Girl.
Painful thoughts, my mind did protest,
To new ventures, it would whirl.
A letter of love & apology,
on the very last day.
bearing, like Juliet's analogy,
Concealed beneath the fray.
'What ifs' sadly got the better,
But letter, tis the right way!
Or so I thought, while my mind did fetter,
To take action, a letter will I lay...
Sans number or address,
To test you, cuz love finds a way.
But this too, did I redress,
The masts somewhere else will sway.
"Don't be so ******* him,
Leave your number deep within."
"No, no, that'll make him dim,
give not even the pin."
Yet another did say,
"Leave clues, in & out,
work em woe till the gray."
These nasty devils dashed about.
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At last did I none,
But write this terrific pun.
I know you know what I did
last summer. That has rid,
All that went on for the past 3 years?
Reality had become my fears,
Alas you believe the deed is done,
But you're right, you weren't the one.
If you had the patience,
To read this till the end.
Sans showing indifference,
Gratitude, I do extend.
By now, far away I'll be,
If Shrek could reach, so could you to me,
But there's a reason, it's a fantasy.
So goodbye, cuz I see,
Life has bigger plans for me.
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Hey guys! Back after a looooong break & writers block. This poem was inspired by The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, an all time favorite ❤️