photo: petticoatsandpistols.comMy wedding dress
It doesn’t fit anymore
It is too big actually
It held a lot of love back then
I wore it through a lifetime time and again
sometimes waiting for you to come in
It is stained nowI wore it through a lifetime time and again
sometimes waiting for you to come in
and it was torn
somewhere at the bosom
and then again at that hem
where tears landed
where drool came in second
in the race to my pillowcase
when I lost you again
I never told anyone how my dress got torn,
nor did I tell
how I lost my veil.
ldn
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