The Dress

that damned dress

the one i wore when we danced. when you told me you loved me

i felt so stupid wearing it to such a casual event,

but you made me feel like i was the prettiest one there

so i forgot how insecure i felt, being the only one there wearing a dress

it feels like i’m on fire when thinking of it, when i see that stupid thing

it's like you took a torch to my whole wardrobe,

because standing in front of my closet feels like i’m standing at a bonfire

i can feel burning heat on my cheeks

Somehow i’m suppose to go out wearing that dress

but what if i see you, and you see me wearing it

will you remember it like i do? 

Author's Note

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