Blue Dress
My pretty blue dress has a few loose seams
You pull on them more every night in my dreams
If it falls to pieces I'll be bared and exposed
So I hug myself tightly to stay composed.
My pretty blue dress has a few pieces gone
At night, I cry soft as a whistling swan
You wiped your shoes on the hem as you said goodbye
And the stains seem to darken as days pass by.
My pretty blue dress is falling apart
Though some call the darkness a work of art
Fragile fingers can no longer hold it as one
So it seems the unraveling has just begun.
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