I once knew a girl
In a yellow dress
That she loved the best
It reminded her of home
This girl was young
Still believed in heaven
moved when she was 7
Leaving her friends
And yet, child
I must confess
She hated that dress
It meant nothing to her
She wanted trees
To have cuts on his knees
To be stung by bees
For his body to match
He wanted marbles
Not barbies in pink
But for a blink
He's the boy in the yellow dress
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
I once knew a girl
In a yellow dress
That she loved the best
It reminded her of home
This girl was young
Still believed in heaven
moved when she was 7
Leaving her friends
And yet, child
I must confess
She hated that dress
It meant nothing to her
She wanted trees
To have cuts on his knees
To be stung by bees
For his body to match
He wanted marbles
Not barbies in pink
But for a blink
He's the boy in the yellow dress
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