I'm like an old dress at a yard sale.
Everyone likes me
and thinks I'm beautiful, at first.
But then they see a stain
or a tear.
They always notice that one little flaw,
then leave without any warning,
on to the next item.
Making it think they want to buy them.
That someone might actually want them,
to love them and take care of them.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
I'm like an old dress at a yard sale.
Everyone likes me
and thinks I'm beautiful, at first.
But then they see a stain
or a tear.
They always notice that one little flaw,
then leave without any warning,
on to the next item.
Making it think they want to buy them.
That someone might actually want them,
to love them and take care of them.
