Random

it was pure random
when i married
you, i thought it
was not true
it was like i was
sleeping and then
i woke up and there
i found myself beside
you and the cameras
clicked and then
we were proclaimed
as married by the
clapping of their
hands and the
clinking of their
wine glasses

pure random
i thought it was
wrong

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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