delicate dress
i can hear the audible tearing sound
as i tear away from this wicked gown
flowered and dainty
more so than i'll ever be
i coware in the corner
waiting to be scolded
waiting for them to try and make something out of me
but I don't fancy dresses
nor lace
or silk
i wish for a day to be in the sun
and not have to wear something fitted and tight
when jack frost arrives
i wish for no scarf
no delicate hat
no sweater of gold
i hope for a sunrise
where new can be found
and old will be buried deep in the ground
to the core of the earth
where no one will ever find
that delicate dress
that has long left my mind
