Most weddings starts with joy
but this one was filled with stress and smiles.
They got married, but we were coy,
on drunken love, we walked for miles,
a broken mess of laughs and smiles.
And it could have ended there,
for you and me,
our youthful lives, and careless ways,
snuffed out in a summer night,
by a daughter we never knew.
Perhaps it would have been for the better,
to light it all ablaze.
But we evaded the bullet, and fell apart instead,
jealousy and sex, bitterness and regret.
We never did paint a pretty picture,
though not from lack of heart.
We were awesome in the old fashioned sense,
don’t you ever forget.
Perhaps it would have been for the better,
to light it all ablaze.