White Pearls

A mystery of it's own

Lace veil atop the wedding cake

A small figure peering out the top

Gone, bow tie and all

Heels kicked off

Champagne poured

Bubbles flowing,

From the glass's stained sides

Blush wiped off

An initialed handkerchief

A useless promise

The pastor sits and crys

"I do", she says

Fingers crossed behined her back

While eyeing her uncle's pocket knife

The puppy slides the jewel,

On her silken finger

Oh, those big trusting eyes

She was the puppetmaster

He was just the strings

"Oh who cares!" she laughed

Cruel, guilty, (insert curse word)

She's no princess,

because he had no queen

Author's Note

Its been a while.

Reviews

[imawriter]

muahahahah.. great poem.. just wonder what happens when the puppy grows into a big dog?

[Emunah June.]

Wow. Cruel (insert really bad curse word here) lol

Wow. This is absolutely incredible! I love it!

[Lucy Green]

Amazing.

[Libby]

Really, really good. I guess the best compliment I can give is that I will be back to read it again. c:

[SimplyDisastrous]

Brilliant. All I can think when I'm done reading this. Just brilliant. Definitely one of my favorites. Welcome back, Emma. For however long you decide to stay this time.