Poems Collection

Lipstick stains on wedding days,
Smiles that turned a different way.
Standing there she’s waiting, waiting
In pain, but always praying.
Raining, pouring,
Intently listening, but ignoring.
Gun shots firing in the distance,
Well of course she’s going to miss it.
One last bullet- gone astray,
Shot down on her wedding day.

This poem was written/submitted by Jessy Liz.