Sparkles cover your delicate frame
On days like this,
When the weather is fine.
In these latitudes, in these latitudes
It’s so damn hard to sit
And work this shit out
When you just aren’t in it together;
With us you’re always something different, something new
Sewn into your old fabric.
Lost sequins, hundreds of little sparkling smiles
Caught in the hem
Of that beautiful blue skirt you always wore,
As if it where mine, I touched it
Then he ever could’ve
It changes everyday now, like somebody new is seeing it
Lapping up its charms
Charms charms charms, more and more.
One day they’ll all fall off
And you’ll just be the same old girl
In the blue skirt
That always felt like satin
Underneath my hands.
Maybe ‘twill be so
Maybe one day, ‘twill be so.
I had to write it, for some reason. First thing I’ve written for a while. Credit , perhaps