In the waiting room is a future groom
He’s taking a ride with his future bride
Admist the gloom, offspring will bloom
Sailing the tide is where they’ll find their pride
Their life will go vroom before they reach the tomb
By the time they cried, their youth will have died
With floral perfume, there goes their doom
The pain that they denied, the love that they supplied
Bedore they’re in the urn, they have to learn
What passion turns into, enjoy the fading view
All they did to earn, was all left to burn
Had to see it through, all part of the crew
They plenty of concern as their stomachs churn
Munching bamboo at a restaurant in Peru
They analysed in turn, this is the point of no return
What was once taboo, was just another hue
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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