<p class="wp-block-paragraph"><strong>Wedding Bells by Christina Suraci </strong></p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph"><strong>I don’t want to hear wedding bells for you yet, </strong><br><strong>before we even have a shot at surviving, </strong><br><strong>what we could’ve been, </strong><br><strong>or what could be, </strong><br><strong>here I am again stuck in the same spot that I’m too familiar with, </strong><br><strong>scared of the outcome</strong><br><strong> too chicken shit to open my mouth, </strong><br><strong>but needing that extra push, </strong><br><strong>so I don’t have to focus on the what if’s all the time,</strong><br><strong> of my brain making up these happy scenarios, </strong><br><strong>that could be, </strong><br><strong>but timing is a bitch right?</strong></p>



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