i will put on my dress and slip on my shoes
and look myself in the eyes.
me to me
saying goodbye.

goodbye to all the hatred.
goodbye to all the anger.
goodbye to all the jealousy.
goodbye to me.

i will lay down on the earth
waiting to be absorbed into the rich soil
and pray and pray and pray

that when i am rebirthed.
i am every bit as beautiful
but new.

Little can be said
About that dress stained blood red.
Him, evil--her, dead.

happy New Years to
the girls like me,
who forgive and forget as if
yesterday didn't hurt
and tie knots over wounds
like they lace up shoes


happy New Years to
all the boys who still cry
at night, over
their fathers who don't love them
and things they were never
taught to say

and happy New Years to
everyone in between, to those
who can't tell black from
white,
good from bad, and still don't
know
how to dress at night

tomorrow might be better.

My sweetheart wants to wear me like her dress
But on every weekend you change it i do guess
I know,  you do know which button is to press
For good players love is a game but like chess

I have a keen eye on you knowing fully well
I consider in your heart I definitely do dwell
For lunatic lovers for me do remain under spell
I am in love and in real love I do love to excel

Please do wear me as many times as you  desire
Make me stable and do throw some water on fire
Sell me as many times as you think and as aspire
If you change your attire I may in love do expire

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow