Lace
One day, when I'm dead and gone,
they'll find the clothes I had on.
They'll take them out -
one by one
and
and
wonder
wonder
what went on.
"It can't be hers", they'll say'
out loud.
"She never stood out in a crowd".
"She never wore black, she
never wore lace -
with her
they would be out of place".
They won't understand the change I had,
from
very good
to very bad.
They'll put them back - one by one
and
wonder
wonder
what went on.
"It can't be hers" - they'll say out loud,
"She never stood out in a crowd".Labels: black lace, change
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