okay here it is!

If the mourner's and the burial ceremony could be true

she'd be the murderer of him for sure,

Sure she though no one would notice her

But how can she blend in, when all in black?

The year of memories stored up with handsome

Brought her many tears

After she'd figured out she'd been a third wheel

In everything they had did,

In no way what so ever had she planned to meet handsome

And find out he's in a relationship,

This was her first serious man

One she hoped to marry someday,

When he invited her anywhere

She went with high hopes of s good time,

As they meet up at a park or circus even a theater

He's girlfriend happened to show up,

Why he didn't go ahead and dump the blonde

She had no idea,

All she knew was that the date she'd paid for

She'd have to go alone,

Every time handsome called her out

She flew like a fly to light,

Her wavering hope trailing behind

Were she'd left the small still voice as well,

On one of those day

She prepared to go to the circus with handsome,

He said everything was perfect

No one would bother them

Oh a fool she had been

Believing such a liar,

For right as they came through the main doors

Paid tickets in all; came blonde sashaying her way thru the crowd,

Handsome detached himself from the girl right away,

And went to the blonde,

But left the date… Alone again,

Much too soon, for his dismay,

Again a third wheel

It hit her hard as day over night,

She walked away giving her ticket to the first person she had met

Instead she had wanted to hurl herself in there and rip the blond off handsome's arm,

She wanted to tell handsome that he was what she lived for

He was her dream

He was supposed to become her life

Dare say, her love,

The love story written in books

Didn't match the one she had carelessly written for herself,

It hurt too much to acknowledge that she had wasted her time on him

A Man so handsome she went weak and desperate around him,

Three weeks had passed

While she waited for handsome to call

At the mailbox she checked her mail

On top lay an invite to a wedding, his wedding,

Groaning with pain, she walked a few miles

To the road most travel by semi's,

Standing she watched the other side in slides

As truck's one by one passed before her,

Even though it looked like

She was going to kill herself but it wasn't,

She wasn't that big of a fool to die over a taken man

It was all a test to see how much he really cared for her not the blond

She watched a blue truck far in the distance

Till it was 800 feet from her,

Then she walked out into the street

Watching the other side get closer and closer

As screeching tires greeted her ears

She turned her head and fainted

From the feeling of the big smelly blue truck smack right in her nose,

She woke up later in the hospital with a few scrach's,

Looking around she was calm

With her handsome sitting next to her,

But the minute her eyes landed on the invite laying there all neat and pretty

She began to bawl,

Her handsome startled awake

When she jerked her hand that he'd been holding away,

When he got closer to her, asking what was wrong

she pushed him away hating the sight of him that moment,

When the nurse ran in to see what was wrong

She told handsome he could leave now,

Before walking out he saw the girl on the bed

Looking at the invite laying on the table,

He knew that sending it had been a mistake

And now here he'd brought the one she'd left in the middle of the street,

A torment upon her soul

He left the room knowing what an utter fool he'd been….

The ceremony was going great

But it seemed to well put together,

Sitting in the back a black garbed female was crying,

Her silent tears visible to the person sitting next to her,

But they didn't understand the tears were not happy ones

They were tears of murder,

Oh how she just wanted to ruin the whole thing for the blonde and handsome

Yet for handsome she wouldn't touch a thing,

Unsure of why she had come to their wedding in the first place,

She got up and moved towards the door,

A black shadow against the pink of the wedding

Mirrored what she felt inside,

As if the whole thing was a fake

She was standing out in the open,

For once in her life she felt free of handsome

Free of his ways, his looks, him himself,

She smiled a big smile and walked to a new future

One where handsomes like her past one,

Would never stand a chance

They'd know where they stood with her, or else….

R & R please...

even though i havn't been through something like this

i am watching something like this happen to a loved one.

I just wrote what i felt was going on... Review and tell me what you think.