Her
Her
Her
Her
You want to see her in a pretty dress
That restricts the ribs, the lungs
Like my makeshift chest binder from years back
Her in a sparkly tiara
That weighs down the head
And makes me look
down
down
Down at her shoes
High-heeled and floral
In which I stumble
In her father-daughter dance
Where he smiles bright
At his brilliant, beautiful-
Her blowing out the candles
Wishing for
...
I've only ever wished to rid of her,
And now here I am hidden behind these candles
In this dance,
Shoes,
Tiara,
Dress,
Body,
Her.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
Her
Her
Her
Her
You want to see her in a pretty dress
That restricts the ribs, the lungs
Like my makeshift chest binder from years back
Her in a sparkly tiara
That weighs down the head
And makes me look
down
down
Down at her shoes
High-heeled and floral
In which I stumble
In her father-daughter dance
Where he smiles bright
At his brilliant, beautiful-
Her blowing out the candles
Wishing for
...
I've only ever wished to rid of her,
And now here I am hidden behind these candles
In this dance,
Shoes,
Tiara,
Dress,
Body,
Her.
Wishes don't come true
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