Lozi
06-15-2005, 08:50 PM
Ahhh! You make me sick when you walk down that aisle!
Your too-bright dress with your too-bright shoes!
That achey-breaky heart you said would die before you wed,
but instead you beam that smug smile,
poisonous, snakelike wench.
And there you go, with your baby blue garter,
the sort of thing that a...baby wears.
And fairylights hanging from the faux candlabra,
Tacky, yet pristine decor that stinks.
Your lips are darkened red,
the vampish sort you abhorred.
Your teeth are bleached, oh fancy that!
For men who adored you, unrequited.
The cut throat glasses, filled with wine,
not champagne because you're "saving for your honeymoon"...
in croydon, why?
Do you despise the sea that beckons from afar?
Does the sand make you itch and forget your love?
Does it break the pretence?
Oh no, young slave to freedom,
you can't leave
and there he is,
the man of dreams.
The one with eyes as bright as June.
The one with hair: downy soft and gay.
The one whose cheekbones raised his status.
The one who took MY heart first.
Your too-bright dress with your too-bright shoes!
That achey-breaky heart you said would die before you wed,
but instead you beam that smug smile,
poisonous, snakelike wench.
And there you go, with your baby blue garter,
the sort of thing that a...baby wears.
And fairylights hanging from the faux candlabra,
Tacky, yet pristine decor that stinks.
Your lips are darkened red,
the vampish sort you abhorred.
Your teeth are bleached, oh fancy that!
For men who adored you, unrequited.
The cut throat glasses, filled with wine,
not champagne because you're "saving for your honeymoon"...
in croydon, why?
Do you despise the sea that beckons from afar?
Does the sand make you itch and forget your love?
Does it break the pretence?
Oh no, young slave to freedom,
you can't leave
and there he is,
the man of dreams.
The one with eyes as bright as June.
The one with hair: downy soft and gay.
The one whose cheekbones raised his status.
The one who took MY heart first.