Stained White Dress

I started just like any other

clean and pure and a heart that was whole

Innocence started to fleet

learned to walk on my own two feet

Naturally things progressed

got me out of my little white dress

I thought it was what I wanted though

Now I wish I had just said no


I gave myself these scars, I know

with them my story will grow

But what I did still hurts my heart

the memories are ripping my head apart

I feel like candy coated sorrow

Maybe my grief will fade tomorrow



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