Green Is Yellow Mixed With Blue
Through the corner of my eye I see the bride and the groom,
Slowly our corneas make contact I'm the elephant in the room.
A drunken night.
Sex combined with spite.
Makes a tainted marriage,
a fractured life.
"Speak now" said the priest, "or forever hold your peace."
The best man raised his hand and dropped to one knee.
"I can't let you take what is mine, I fell in love with her first
to me she's more than a bride. She's what keeps my hearts beating, she's whats make the sunshine, the air keeping me breathing"
The woman dressed in white looked down than looked right,
at the man dressed in regret, the man with green eyes.
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