dress
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Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath.
The woman standing about 15 feet away from me is wearing a dress
Black i’m assuming from the edge around her coat
And then I see you
500 dollar dress
Hanging like the ghost of a girl who could have been
Still shining in the darkness of my closet
With your emerald pleats and sweetheart neckline
Hello I’m Drizella
I’m going to marry a fella
Royal and tall
He’ll catch me when I fall
during the waltz and the tango
Wrapped in a bow
I long to see my father again
Who past suddenly
But just away
One day we will meet again
For now I have his heart at bay.
I have been the sweetest girl
I wish I could of spread love more
I long to see my father again
Who past suddenly
But just away
One day we will meet again
For now I have his heart at bay.
I have been the sweetest girl
I wish I could of spread love more
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
"It's a disguisting color!"
Well, mam, I beg your pardon.
But that color I just mentioned-
Happens to be my favorite.
"It keeps you awake."
Can't deny that one,
But that's the fun,
I really thought that if I went to your ball,
We wouldn’t speak,
But the sight of you would make me weak,
And surely I’d fall.
Because you,
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Cut offs instead of skirts,
t-shirt instead of sweaters,
earbuds instead of earrings,
is what makes my life a lot better.
Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
With want I watch the hunter and his dear.
His delight; unfaltering, does not cease.
A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece-
Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.
We were not born fake
Our cries were real
So real like that pain we feel
the purity of our souls were turned inside out
dried right up like a bad droubt
who are we trying to impress?
Its simple parts cannot ever redress
The mystery that dances across its folds
Cloth and thread, no account for the success
Which strikes plain garment with magic untold
The power it wields to fully impress
It was hanging on display
in the open closet near a tarnished chain
connected to a frosted light bulb,
the jaundiced dress,
folds and pleats in need of ironing.
The skirt was as thin and transparent
The black dress swirls when she spins.
It follows her movements and seems to know exactly where she wants to go.
It knows where she’s been and where she is destined to visit.
The little girl’s favorite dress is her paper.
