These Flowers Mean Everything

Corset, crystal, lost in the many thrills,
Of a brides maids dress.
Clutching on to the bouquet of dying roses
Colours fading with shattered dreams.
Dreams of a prince with silver wear but
No man will stop and take the time
To look beyond the brown, split hair.
Many a weddings have come and gone,
But none have been her own.
Young and lonely, lost for love,
All love is lost but lovers found
Mean more to her then petty ground.
The church walls crack and all around,
She's dying not making a single sound,
She smiles and joins the passing crowds.