Unwed Bride

She stood at the alter, tears falling from her face;
They rolled down her cheeks; falling on her dress and staining her pretty lace.
She looked down at the empty rows before her;
As her eyes once again began to blur.
He was gone along with her pride;
Left at the alter as the unwed bride.
Her satin white gloves lay on the ground;
And she wondered if his footsteps would ever be found.
She reached her hand up, and pulled the crown off her head;
And broke it in half for the words left unsaid.
She took a step in her perfect white shoes;
Because now she knew what she must choose.
Again she took that walk down the aisle;
On her face was no hint of a smile.
Her heart was now broken on the best day of her life;
She would never be called somebody’s wife.
Off of her body, she tore the white dress;
No one left for her to impress.
Out of its curls, her hair tumbled down;
And threw her bouquet with the rest of the gown.
She screamed out her lungs, for there were no words left to say;
All of her happiness was taken away.