The wedding was set for the two lovers to marry.
It's been a long time waiting, at least now they are free.
Dressed up all.in white, they stand.
With a preacher man, holding a bible in his hand.
Just the two of them with a man holding a gun.
Behind a window, facing against the sun.
The wedding was so beautiful, colorful to.
The priest weds them, and tells them to put each others rings on, a signal of truth.
He now says " you may kiss the bride."
The man with the gun was a hitman up above, just going for the ride.
The groom was obsessed with his wife.
In his pocket, deep down was a knife.
He grabbed her, and turned off all.the lights.
A shot went out, then the bride runs away.
But as she is running, she had noticed blood stains.
Her groom catches up to her, and holds her in his arms.
He tried to keep.her safe from.harm.
He had hired a hitman to kill his wife.
After trying to escape, out came his knife.
He had to make sure his wife was dead.
So off came her head.
Very confused, he stood by her side.
He said: " Thank you my runaway bride, for absolutely filling my life with lies."
He marked a cross upon her head.
Now instead of running, she really is dead
Thank you my sweet tiffany for collaborating this poem with me. .
©terrylin53
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