RosesA Poem by Soul Fire
She walks down the aisle with ribbons in her hair,
Holding a flower bouquet, A man holding her arm. No this isn't her father,this is a guy named ''Rob.'' This is not her wedding, This is not her day. This is the story of a brides maid She is the brides bathroom aid. She holds up the brides dress, So she doesn't make a mess. She helped plan this day. She sheds tears as your being given away. She is one of your closest friends. She's been there since you two were four, maybe since highschool, Maybe later on or before. She's like a sister to you. She hooked you up on blind dates. One of them was very embarrassing,remember that day? She shared her chocolate, When you PMS'd She poured you some wine, When your boyfriend became an ex. She is your bridesmaid. She is here on your wedding day. Just don't forget her. Make sure she stays. Because she was there on your wedding day. And when you threw the bouquet, Shortly after she was given away. No more ''Always the bridesmaid,never the bride.'' Now your her bridesmaid, Get ready for a wild ride. You are now the bride's aid.
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StatsAuthorSoul FireLittle Dreams, Dreamland, CanadaAboutHello, I'm Raya. I love music,writing and singing.I'm always writing or creating something.I really enjoy singing and writing my own music.I write stories,poems and books.I have a large variety of.. more..Writing
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