UndyingA Poem by Elizabeth PorterfieldKinda twisted, but a symbol of eternal loveThe shroud of the man I Used to love Is the cloak I wore To my wedding "How Twisted!" They said As I walked down the Aisle But they didn't know That my love still lived on Till the Groom turned around And grinned out at the crowd A beautiful corpse With a daunting smile Reached out to take my hand The shroud, you see Was a symbol of love Of my Undying commitment To this Undying man © 2012 Elizabeth PorterfieldAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 26, 2012 Last Updated on June 18, 2012 AuthorElizabeth PorterfieldButlerville, ARAboutI have written and love lots of dark and depressing writing, although my friends call me chipper.... I usually am a pretty happy person unless you piss me off:) I'm twenty years old and trying to figu.. more..Writing
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