This Dress

My favorite

Dress

Is one

Held together

With paperclips,

So my

Overfed bosom

Of words

Doesn't show.

It used 

To fit,

This dress,

But now

Hangs pitifully

From my

Barren

Trunk.

When my arms

Blow in

The wind

They don't

Look graceful

Anymore-

My fingers

Ache 

From waving

Goodbye.

It used

To be

Beautiful,

This dress.

But I've 

Lost

Too much.

It no longer

Fits.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

That's pretty amazin', what a lovely piece, i was waitin' to criticize you on your poem, but you didn't left me any kinda chance so that i could criticize you. well, that;s really very nice, your writin' style's awesome to read, last phrase's just touched me deeply.
what a nice package, very beautifully expressed.
wish you luck for your next writin'

[Tate Morgan]

Sad so sad to hear I hope this isnt you But if it is I mean you nothing but friendship

[@]

Shades of Dora Malech ..
I liked it very much

[Mariah Jane]

Wow... This is really deep. So much imagery goes into it! Its amazing. It also tells such a sad tale...It makes me want to weep with it... or find a way to help hold its arms up. Very very beautiful, my friend. Keep on writing!

[Caitlin Lea]

Thank you! This is very nice feedback. :)