The Dress

[inhale]

She wears her homecoming dress
Over faded blue jeans
She's a disaster
A mess
But she still wears her silver angel wings.

She cries herself to sleep
Every night
Another dream
Another tear
Another reason to disappear.

She never got to dance the night away
Her fairy tale ending
Was just another game
More prentending
Nothing left to say.

She looks into the mirror
For the thousandth time
But now she sees someone other than herself
She saw a smile from left over memories

"that's not mine"

[she whispers to herself]

She was going to wear it for one night
And probebly never look at it again
She knows it isn't right
But she packs it up all the same.

There's one song she cries to
No matter how many times she listens to it on
repeat

"I'll wait for you"

will always knock her off her feet.

Love is the closest thing to magic
You've all heard it so many times

"I was born to tell you I love you"
My love
I am the girl in this story book

You just need to know where to look.

[still holding that breath]

Author's Note

October 6, 2007 1:21PM

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

There was something inspiring about this poem...even through
the sadness I felt strength. I loved this line in particular: "I was born to tell you I love you"
That one line touched me, and I must say it was very fitting to this poem.
So simple of a phrase, yet draws you to breathe deeper, to not give up.