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He said he loved me

He swore I was his

He promised we'd marry

Then I'd be his Mrs.

I dressed up in white

I fixed up my hair

I was quite a site

We were going to be a pair

I waited by the alter

But he never showed

My love didn't falter

Even after it grew cold

I waited and wasted away

I prayed he'd return

I pretended like it was okay

but inside I felt hate burn

I went searching for him

To be by his side

But he was catering to her whim

I wanted to run and hide

My dress is tattered and in ruin

My hair has fallen down

I keep watching the moon

hoping it will lift my frown

I'm still waiting here

for a wedding never to come

Someday I hope to be his dear

and be free of this Hell I'm from