T.O.D (Tatty Old Dress)


We sit here deciding

On whom the blame lays

For the cracks in us

..The fabric has frayed

We were once so together

There for eachother, no delay

Towards the end this changed

..The stitching came away

Tried to stop the arguments

But the 'sorrys' were worn

Didn't believe in eachother

..Patches crumpled and torn

The cute vase you gave to me

Is covered in little chips

From when you knock it in rage

..The hem is all ripped

So like my tatty old dress

This relationship meets it's end

Author's Notes/Comments: 

ok so maybe not completely finished yet...but i do quite like it the way it is so far

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