Literature
Misrepresentation
I walk down the aisle
and he is standing there.
I stand by his side,
he fixes my jacket and hair.
I smile at him,
he smiles at me.
We are ready.
The music plays,
here comes his bride.
He does not look at me,
he has cast me aside.
I hold back my tears,
these feelings I have to hide.
No one must know.
There she is,
the woman he loves.
There he is,
the man I love.
There I am,
as his loyal best man.