Thrift storeA Poem by NebraskaHopeA dedication to my ex's . After you've been worn and used.
I remember that night I danced to Destiny 's child "I'm a survivor,
In my dorm as a college student pain streamed down my face as I encountered my first heartbreak That moment became a national holiday of remembrance A grand opening to my thrift store I was used, torn and given back to the streets My heart was worn and completely damaged they put me on like a winter article and avoided me in spring Twelve months later another individual leaned in and loved my fabric Only thing, they didn't take care of it, Cheating on me while at the club, Throwing me in the washing machine when I should be dry cleaned, Telling me lies, not being comfortable with saying I have HIV I guess back to the thrift store I go I refuse, simply disagree to be stuck in your closet, Twelve months after incrusating testing and thanking God, A particular someone liked my linen, They took me off the shelf I wished to never return to again, Very political, business suits and a casual type, I just suspected they knew how to treat me right, Very stern and passionate, they had a favorite shirt before Guess I was just the rebound Ten months later and I'm here Back at the thrift store Hanging on the rack behind the pretty trench coats I've been worn but I'll keep you warm , my motto A red tag for clearance and a warning for the next potential buyer If you love my texture, don't send me back to the thrift store, Don't break my used heart © 2013 NebraskaHopeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 25, 2013 Last Updated on June 25, 2013 Tags: #fashion #hurt #reminse AuthorNebraskaHopeNYAboutas A ninety"s child I was always odd. I drew, wrote & sewed with my left hand. U thought that was some kind of magical power that activated my talents. more..Writing
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