At the Alter
i waited for you at the alter but you never came,
in front of my friends and family im embarrassed and ashame,
the pastor closed his holy book,
took my hand and shook,
i turned to the crowd and apologized,
and as i apologized i realized,
the dream i fantasized of having you had just bin pulverized,
i wanted to hold my tears in but mom always says" real men cries",
everyone gave me a hug and left but i still didnt feel right,
i picked up the bouquet and ripped up the flowers,
clouds appear in the sky and as always it showers,
im getting wet but i dont feel the rain because of my pain,
my white suit has a mud stain,
im highly upset but my composure i still maintain,
i wish my mine had a hard drive so i could delete the memory of today off my brain,
i went home and put on my favourite sweeter,
got a pen and paper and began to write a letter,
i wanted to use vulgar language but that would just upset her,
then i stopped and asked myself,
should i give up on love and put my heart back on the shelf,
if love is patient and kind,
why isnt it nice to me and wont be mine,
i went in my room and layed down,
prayed with a frown,
thought about how she had cut so deep,
until i eventually feel asleep..............................
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