The Dress
When I had a lovely dress but not like all
the rest,
Beauty inside is not lovedon the outside.
Hurt is like a electrical shock in the heart.
Running lonely from the start,
Is like moving waters to higher rocks,
One rock heart but not living, while eyes
red.
Like fire, and feet running away from me.
God's love find's me in the corner of
darkness,
Bearly feeling. The light covers me while
darkness surrounds me.
All my dreams come up close to scream,
you are lovely but not like me!!
Copyright © Betsy Ford | Year Posted 2014
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