By ARcassin Burnham
White dresses,
red flowers,
almost ready for a bout an hour,
the love shares with me,
i wont devour,
dont want this day to become sour,
snobs started coming a lot faster,
talk about sour,
wedding full of crystals,
don't make no sence,
firearms and pistols,
man life is a *****
leaving a cut for the stitch,
dead from the pump,
leaving a dieing wish.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
By ARcassin Burnham
White dresses,
red flowers,
almost ready for a bout an hour,
the love shares with me,
i wont devour,
dont want this day to become sour,
snobs started coming a lot faster,
talk about sour,
wedding full of crystals,
don't make no sence,
firearms and pistols,
man life is a *****
leaving a cut for the stitch,
dead from the pump,
leaving a dieing wish.
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