Disclaimer: don't own, never claimed too.
Speaks for itself really. Just enjoy…
R+R!! please, thank you…
It's strange to know you've been used, painful. Almost. It would be more, if I could come to terms with it. I'm sitting in a state of desperate hope and disbelief.
Though all the signs point to the same conclusion. You were foolish and let your love blind you.
He wants her not you, you're not a challenge.
We always want the thing we can't have.
I'm disposable, re-useable. Discarded like someone's favourite dress. Someone loved me, cherished me, found me beautiful. Wore me to death, and began to hate me. I end up in a skip, with all the useless junk.
This is where I remain, until I decompose. Ripped, once beautiful and alone.
I'm like an old woman, who used to be asked out by all the boys. But now, is a joke. Just because she's always been better.
I look dirty and stretched, ripped and used. All my netting has great slashes, where it was to weak to take the strain.
I am trapped amongst the filth and rubbish, shining hideously through shapeless scum.
Someone's favourite dress, pink and frilly, torn and faded, watches sadly as the user and his love walk away. This is where I remain