Apr 2010
A little black dress sitting in my closet
With a white tag still hanging off.
It hangs there night and day
Gathering dust and fading away,
Waiting for a warm body to fill it.
But I can’t fill it
Without splitting a seam.
My stomach too round,
And my *** obscene.
In this perfect world
I am not perfect
But that is all fine with me.
The little black dress will have to wait…
With a white tag still hanging off.
It hangs there night and day
Gathering dust and fading away,
Waiting for a warm body to fill it.
But I can’t fill it
Without splitting a seam.
My stomach too round,
And my *** obscene.
In this perfect world
I am not perfect
But that is all fine with me.
The little black dress will have to wait…
this is a poem off poem.
IT IS NOT ABOUT ME.... i am average weight for my height and age. I wrote this after watching the biggest loser. I hate how they make them change on that show!
Copyright 2010
IT IS NOT ABOUT ME.... i am average weight for my height and age. I wrote this after watching the biggest loser. I hate how they make them change on that show!
Copyright 2010
