i have a dress of yours.
the seams are ripped
and the sequins are missing,
but it reminds me
of the good
and the bad times.
and some nights,
when the world is still
i'll take it out
and feel like a little girl again.
a little girl who is oblivious to the troubles
that lie behind her mother's bedroom door.
im the little girl
who couldn't stop loving her
even if she tried.