My suicide bride

My suicide bride
I know I have no chance,
for you have made your choice.

I saw your nod dance.

you hear…its sultry voice,
whilst riding the white pony.

Sure to bronco with its hex,
I tell you, “The dragon is a phony”.

My horror… rather complex.

I curse this disease so feeble,
but just made it worst.

I should have known the needle…
…would always come first.

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poem by Nyc Boy
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