February 13, 2015

Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue. My dress was old, Reused from prom, I had no gold, But I had Mom. My nails were new What could I do? My dress was blue, I used it, too. My mom was there, We curled my hair, We did not care, It was not fair. They were not there, They never showed, Did not reserve, Did I deserve Deserve to be treated Feel like I'm defeated Now I'm just seated I just want to feel needed.