The Run-away Bride

If I want to be a Runaway Bride

Now that I have all the bridal Jitters

I fear being old,

I fear being dependent,

I fear having babies,

I fear being responsible.

I fear not being able to dance till the club shuts down,

I fear not having Samantha Alphonso on speed dial.

I fear walking into a whole new group not seeing her around.

Those ups and downs and the fears we faced,

Those things we did and at what pace,

Blamed and fought and all horses we braced,

Several occasion together we graced,

What she meant to me, Or what she does,

Its a mystery as we still explore,

The way I hate her at things she does,

Still like my own child I feel its all forgiven.

Its like she is mine and I am hers,

Together we have discovered our own two US

All the fears and all the tears,

We had them together and we were like peers

Even now when id call her,

Tell her the worse possible news,

She will still be ready to hold my Veil and run with me,

When I just say, I want to be the Runaway.