We woke up with broken
hearts,
This tore are souls
apart.
She walked down the
aisle,
And there was glass at
her feet.
She decided to walk and
bleed,
Instead of sticking
with me.
I yelled across the Church
for her,
But she was content
with the cuts.
Deep and shallow they
bled,
She said “they feel
better than having a life with you”
You may bleed all the
way to the alter,
But these scars will
hurt me forever.
We died in that moment,
We were buried in our
dirt.
We didn’t dance until
the morning light,
We never stuck around
until we got it right.
She followed her most
personal dreams,
I prayed that, this was
the dream,
But the truth was this
was the end.
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