for all the wrong reasons
for all the wrong reasons
by Wolfgang Nibori
she wears a wedding pail, crystal expectations
real life’s hammer gonna make it ring
fitting perfectly as pieces of cake
i call it a funeral, i’m black like that
dream coming true from paperback on screen
cataracts conclusion keepin’ ya blind
cute photographs to scrapbook
you’ll cry on ‘em later when drunk
she trots the aisle without irony
the train on that dress gonna smash you flat
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Tags: marriage, reality, relationships







