Everytime I wake up,
I think of me wearing a white gown.
Walking towards the altar..
slowly and slowly, til I reach the very front.
I always wish of marying someone..
Someone who will accept me..
who will care and love me unconditionally..
I may be happy
but everytime I end the day..
I think again of me again.
I am wearing white
I am quietly sleeping..
They are slowly carrying me towards the altar..
Slowly and slowly..
I ask myself…
Is there still atleast one person who will cry?
When I am forever sleeping in a coffin?
If there is..
I may be the happiest..