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that dress
That torn up dress
In the very back, of your closet Stashed beneath boxes Forgotten You had a bad day, today You feel so angry But the pillow case is brand new You think who to call out to So you make a mess, To find that torn up dress The one that lives, way back in your closet Throw it over the white cotton pillow Release what needs to let go, Sparkles and sequins fall to the floor You don't notice the blood anymore Punch with all your strength 'Cause built up stress Ain't good for your health You held everything in for so many nights The way that torn up dress, has the audacity to destroy your life! You punch and punch (you take a break for lunch) Then you lunge So sneaky is that torn up dress Trying to run. Not so fast, little one Remove the dress That torn up dress It's wrapped around your pillow Place the real pillowcase back on The sweet dear pillowcase one The one you love Back to the closet You torn up dress You've torn up my life, With that wicked cry You call it distress, I call it an unpleasant whine Back to the closet, you go Goodbye (To anyone interested...) So next time you're upset You'll know just what to do Call out to that dress That lost-cause, good for nothing torn up dress It will keep you safe and your beloved pillowcase It will keep your pillowcase, Fresh and new |
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I really like this part, but I like the whole thing; I always like what you write. I also think it's cool how you used the word "distress" in there too because "dress" and distress" sound similar. |
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