The Wedding
there she stands
in her white flowing dress
beautiful flowers in her hair
she couldn't be happier
she's waited so long for this moment
waiting to greet her groom
she can hardly keep standing
the song begins to play
sounding like a million trumpets
she walks down the isle
wishing she could run
she sees her mother and father
and all her closest friends
it all seems so unreal
and then she wakes up
it was all a dream
a bitter sweet dream
she knows the one she dreams of
her heart begins to break
maybe one of these days
this dream will come true
Copyright © Mande Potts | Year Posted 2009
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