Before the war, this was a church
Before the war came in through the roof
They left the rubble for all the tourist
They fenced it all off because of insurance
I sat at the back with your invitation
And witnessed the vows to your secular wedding
And thought how I never told her
How close we were for hope not to lose her
Before our parents were born this church had a steeple
And it held all the secrets of all these dead people
A few years ago I said your name every day
Before we decided to throw our friendship away
But still, I never told her how close we were
I never told her for hope not to lose her
But I lost you both
And as you stand alone in your wedding dress
It wouldn't matter now if I was to confess
Oh we were younger then and no one ever knew
What you meant to me and what I meant to you
In your standing ovation
The sun shone through the glass
That used to be stained
I followed you out
But the ruins remained
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
