So Bad It Hurts
Her dress is tattered and torn,
The shoes she has, so obviously worn.
The flowers in her hands are dead.
But nothing speaks louder than the veil on her head.
At one time the veil was white,
But like her dress, it’s now not so bright.
Her hair and make-up once looked great,
What has led to this horrid fate?
The black around her eyes is stained.
And the tears in her eyes still remained.
She stands there at the alter,
She stands there without falter.
How long it’s been since that dreadful night,
When the one she loved gave up the fight.
She waits and waits for him to return,
For nothing more will she ever yearn.