After, the Dress

Trying to hold back but the tears won’t let me

Drop dead gorgeous 

My queen is too deadly, in her white dress they can’t help but look

I just hope this is not Sodom and Gomorrah, stay woke not shook

I am honestly doing whatever I can not to ugly cry

But not even black superman could catch this rain and pull the sun from 
behind the clouds of my eyes

Slow walking down the aisle, who gives this woman away to this man?

May I take your hand, looking oh so grand

Curves in high demand, got my heart saying damn

I’m your biggest fan, we are forever friends

Ring, ring on my finger, I’m glad you answered the phone

I’m not afraid to admit I thought I’d just be alone

Ring, ring on your finger, I’m glad I never hung up the phone

Feels like we are still talking on the phone, except we both fell asleep

I wonder if we ever cross paths in your dreams

Eyes closed but I saw her clear as a glass flower

Didn’t think it was possible to be more beautiful than that night

p.s. but today in that dress you got my feelings a mess…
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