Wedding Bells

There she stood,

At the top of the hill,

Under the tree they used to call their own;

The one where he would sing to her,

The one where he would hold her,

Where he would whisper, “I love you.”

She smiled in thought,

Of the times he made her laugh,

The time he screamed down over the town,

“I’m in love with this woman!”

She smiled, then she sobbed;

She fell to her knees,

Holding her head.

He had said “forever,”

Were they just sweet nothings

Whispered into the ears of a lover;

Only said on those cold nights as he cradled her in his arms,

Only said in lustful breaths against her breasts,

They were only said, yet never meant.

She looked down at the town,

As the church bells rang out,

Mocking her pain;

Those were his wedding bells.

Those that should have been her own,

But instead taken by another.

She cursed them at the top of her lungs,

Through quivering woeful breaths,

She meant forever,

And forever it should be.

To this day,

You hear her sobbing screams,

Every time those damned wedding bells ring.

Reviews

[Aleyah]

Extremely touching. I love your style. It choked me up, every sentence. I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!