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Gown


She sits there in a white dress Her life is a mess But she keeps it pressed Sitting in sobbing silence Hoping this was all pretend Her heart shattered into pieces Many went missing with his footsteps How could it have gone this way Reliving how they first met She stood shakly in her cardigan He was smooth and effortlessly cute Wearing his Lettermans jacket They were seniors in school Now she sits in her wedding gown Ontop of where he lies in the ground
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