Little Black DressA Poem by Tanya B WearI have been through Sorrows, I have been through Pain, But the Saddest thing I ever saw Was the girl in the Little Black Dress.
Her curly brown hair Framed her pale white face. Her hand held a rose, Next to her Little Black Dress.
Her eyes were red from crying, They left trails down her face. She could have been a doll, she was so perfect, Except for that Little Black Dress.
It was torn and stained, Far from the dawn of age. It hung down in rags, Just a Little Black Dress.
This poor little girl, Stood at her Daddy's grave, Where Is Mommy? Wearing a White Dress.
Mommy is gettin married. Her daughter just didn't understand The concept of "Moving On" That's why she wore a Little Black Dress
She didn't understand, Why Mommy was so happy. Daddy died. And He forgot her Little Black Dress.
He promised a new one, And went away. Now he's back In a Little Black Box.
Mommy said there was a New, Better Daddy, she said, One who would buy a New Pink Dress.
But see that Little Black Dress Held in it, The last place Daddy touched, Right on her heart.
© 2011 Tanya B WearReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 3, 2011 Last Updated on December 3, 2011 AuthorTanya B WearRIAboutI can be dark, I can be dangerous. I can be light, I can be happy. I can be soulful with the blues, or I can be still with silence. But I am who I am, and nobody can change that. more..Writing
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