Fire burns, and thoughts sting; penatrating the only air you got left and then silence, but the fire keeps burning.
Black tuxedos and white dresses; a veil she barely deserves cause there is nothing left to hide; he "knows it all"
visions blurry but with adjustments we can see the ring marks but no ring; not one of two.
Phone calls steady but not correct and it still continues to be "ok"
patiently waiting and the fire still burns
the thoughts sting harder when the fire means everything; feeling each burn harder with every word
hot candle wax dripping on the sides and the inside still burning but yet; solid
can't get through; cause I deserve that veil on my face.
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