Lacking the feeling of empathy I walk amongst the pavement. They told me sad was the word I had to put on, but I chose a different dress. Now I can feel how itchy the fabric is and I regret my choice. It never was my choice in the first place, I remembered. The dress restricts me and makes me feel numb, it turns my vision blurry and my body invisible. The sleeves tickle my arms and leave thin red marks where it touches my skin. I wish I could pull new jeans out of my closet, and leave the dress on the floor for once.
It almost feels like summer, breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes. It feels like Taking a stroll on National Mall, On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial. Playing Frisbee riding bike On the meadow in front of the Capitol.
My summer in the capital With you, him and her and them and myself alone
It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes
The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock. Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.
Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court Dipping toes in Reflection Pool
Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore Summer is a state of mind and so does love But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
I melded my crown Out of the metals I used to cut myself with I dyed my dress With the blood that once was a weakness I painted my face With the warpaint and tears I used to cover my fear I forged my heels Out of the glass that shattered me I used to be hurt, weak, scared, broken But now I am regal, strong, brave, resilient -no amount of tears could take this new feeling away from me
It’s time to end the era of being a princess. I want to be a queen.
Pick up on your textbook grace Install your happy face Remember life is both for sinners and saints Go on, put your white dress on Sing with your purity song Too delicate to string along
Wear long sleeves and hide your face Don't squeal on the man to blame It's not your fault, you did nothing wrong Go on, put your red dress on Dance with your impurity song Don't be ashamed to cry all night long
Pick up on your textbook grace Roll up your sleeves Fix your face We always sin while learning how to be saints
Remember your textbook grace Remember your happy face Don't let a ****** boy define your fate Please don't put that black dress on There's no solace in the dark The dead tell no lies Please choose to stay alive Choose to stay alive Stay alive
you're wearing bright red lipstick and a little black dress but you are a mess and you can't even give the taxi the right address. You smell of cinnamon and sugar mixed with marijuana and when you laugh I can see the fillings in the back of your mouth and I resist the urge to touch your cheek and feel the curves of your body beneath your clothes. I can taste smoke at the back of your throat and I remember the way you once wrote. I think maybe I'll love you until this ******* has left my veins. What was your name again?
I crave a dance Not a hug, Not a kiss or a delicate touch But a dance A red dress and a gentleman to take my hand On a shinning dancefloor On a trip outside the dimensions of this world Where flying needs no wings Where music feels like the gentle wind I'd swirl and swirl With my red dress flowing like the petals of a rose Carried by the swift breeze Till it come back To you