A dozen spins around the sun In purgatory, stepping on stars Working towards a common purpose Anticipating perfection, Contriving the wonder Counting down the days Each just another spot in time Until finally the marvel arrives But no foresight should have told What fortuities would occur... Pain afflicted, ties severed Trust broken, veneration dissolved, tears shed The essence of betrayal in the air It was supposed to be a celebration... Couplets of difficult weeks Remnants of the disaster to remind her Chipped nail polish, tainted photos, aftermath Nothing left to look forward to With only blind faith pulling her through Until it's over and now she's alone Left with nothing but Cheap jewellery, cold coffee, and bad poetry. |