It's Your Fault

November 21, 2008
A day,
So far in the future,
Sealed with a kiss.

It's YOUR fault,
You make me think of this sacred
Unannounced day.

Will you cry in the aisle
Would you smile through the tears
While giving me up to some jerk?

Will you see mom give me,
Grandma's golden serpant band?
Will you be there to remember?

Will we dance to
Bring Me to Life?
Will you be there to wish me luck?

Why do I think about this day?
Because YOU make me worry,
That my fantasy can't be.

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GlitterFox said...
Apr. 2, 2009 at 1:16 am
Wow. Congrats on writing on such a fresh topic. Honestly, I've never read anything like this before... in a good way! Your opening stanza hooked me immediately. Here, you posed a great self-contradiction by explaining a future moment in detail. I love the "golden serpent band" and "giving me up to some jerk". Keep writing!
amanda said...
Apr. 1, 2009 at 9:53 pm
i really like this poem =)
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