When you think of weddings
You should smile
Because its the pairing
Of two souls destined for each other.

When you think of the ceremony
You imagine her smiling as
She walks toward her lover
Ready to start a new life.

But her lips were tight today.
She walked like a toy soldier
On the front lines of a losing war
She knew was pointless.

Her usual smile that starts
From the outside in was a taught line.
Her eyes were pale grey
Instead of the usual shade of Atlantic.

There are no smiles here.
This isnt a happy ending
Where we get what we want
But a horror story.