Don't Stop the Madness

Monday, July 01, 2013

Surrounded by pretty lights and a city that never sleeps. Dresses made of money and boots too big to fill. Pretenses fabricated with lies and glammed up faces.

Is it all about the pretty shoes you wear or the way you tie your hair? Is it all about that pretty face you wear and the way you tie your tongue?

So walk me down my aisle, my plastic bouquet in hand. Tell me the vows that we swear to keep. Look me in the eyes as we say I do, lift up the veil as we reveal the truth. A lifetime of together, commitment and time, promised from your lips to mine.