#ApoemAday. puzzled lines

My face is sore from smiling

My heart is beating as though i just ran a hundred yard dash

but i am still smilling

Trying to stand tall, waiting.

And then the music sores,

the back door swings open,

I catch a glimpse of white then i begin to tremble.

My bride just walked into view.

My heart aint fickle, i am committed.

my heart dire.Featured Image -- 472

I do not wish for the eloquence of Maya Angelou but my brokenness.

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