It felt like a funeral,
Instead of a wedding
The ink on the divorce paper smudges
Way too soon:
However, once again,
Tall stem Roses decorated the hallway of the church
While the old church bell ring out of tune for the first time
In one hundred years
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Jasmine bloom during both day and night day
at the entrance to the tomb
However, today they didn’t bloom
They bow with shame
~
If you must whisper, whisper a prayer
Is this a funeral or a wedding?
Said one of the guests in velvety blue:
They both wore red those two
However, the devil always wears plaid
When hell was getting hotter: the ceremony
was just flat and boring from being to end
I had always in vision her as the beauty without the beast
Seeing the bride up close and personal
  made a blob fish look
Pleasantly appealing in a non-comely sort of way
Today for the second time:
May I present to you Mr. Mrs.
Dumb and Dummier

My eyes bleed emotion
The blood is clear,
Like a cut I weep
Upon the surfaces
Of my face,
And leave a trail
Easy to follow upon
The floor, I am bleeding
Euphoria,
Despair,
Emotion,
It feels raw when
My emotions
Haemorrhage,
I can not stop, I feel
That I will never stop
Happiness,
Is as uncontrollable as
Sadness,
I feel drained
Upon my features
Muscles,
Mind,
Eyes,
Contracting, aching, yearning,
A mixture uncontrollable,
I bleed tears upon a tissue,
Softly wiped off my features
This is my
Agitation,
Affection,
Feelings,
  Congealed in one place
*"I bleed emotions from my eyes"

I could hear my farther chanting,
As dusk starts to fall.
His haunting mellow prayer,
Asking the spirits, to forgive us all.

The light eyes with their thunder sticks,
The braves that killed their foe.
The land permanently scared;
Now many moons ago.

The rain starts to fall now,
As fathers chanting starts to fade.
The rain quenches the camp fire,
Wets the teepee's we have made.

Lying huddled in my bearskin,
Warm against the cold.
I look across at my mother,
Her beautiful face looking old.

Father gathers the rabbits,
Where once the buffalo roamed.
No one ever went hungry,
We all had homes of our own.

Spirit called back my sister,
Within her second year.
She had the breathing sickness,
We named her, "Sleeping Deer."

As the wind blows across the planes;
Chilling us to the bone.
We continue to Rome around the land,
No permanent place to call home.