this dress holds
no meaningfor me anymore
its hem
has touched
the most filthy
of streets
it's color looks flashy
and desperate
love me it screams
wear me out
and i, turn away
reaching for that pale one
in the back of the closest
the one I've been thinking
of for a while
but never quite caught my eye
this dress only looks good
on me
when your holding my hand
I wanna wear it out
my hands
their all trembly
as I fasten the little buttons one by one
Im shining like the sun as I
twirl and spin
and dance with
my daddy again
big enough to hold my life,
my world
looks small wrapped inside them
spin me around
daddy
faster and faster
till the world dissapears
and all that's left
is you and me,
this dress, and
your
hands
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