duster.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009 Dressed in lace, soft and white
All made up splendid and bright
Yellow flowers, golden ring
Center of joy is just one thing
Imaginary limo the ride of her life
In her mind the bells ring bright
Scent of love in full bloom
Empty room, absent groom
I’m getting married to myself
Girl in mirror floating in dust
Slowly dissolving in the mist of lust
Shattered pictures on the broken shelf
Says “I do!” to no one but herself
Outside the skies are gray and bleak
Crimson tears ran down her cheek
I’m getting married to myself
(by Raymund Marasigan and Lourd de Veyra)
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