The Coldest Day

by Bugg   Apr 13, 2008


Here I sit on this cold church pew,
Watching your bride walk down the aisle.
I turn in my seat to look at you.
That look I see, it used to be mine.

My hands are cold, my body is shaking
The preacher begins to speak
As my poor heart begins breaking
I hate I feel this way towards you.

You were my everything, my life
And now you're getting married.
I wanted, wished to be your wife!
I watch you slip my ring onto her finger.

The breath is knocked from me
I feel awful, my body goes limp
This isn't the way this is supposed to be!
The last thing I see is you... kissing her.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    I liked the title of this poem. It was interesting and caught my attention straight away. The emotion of this was deep because It got me thinking about what ifs and whys.

    The flow was smoothe I like it alot though I found the vocab again to be a little bit too simple for my liking. That's just my own personal opinion though. Everyones different right. I've read a few of your pieces and I must say they are quite touching.

    The first and second line of this poem really stood out to me and caught my attention.

    Overall a good poem. ~Mel

  • 17 years ago

    by sweet escape

    The emotion in this poem is def. there and i can feel the sadness that you feel watching your love marrry another.

    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Really good poem and good title too x

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