My dream is a hundred dollar dress,
Perfect shoes, fancy jewelry, and you.
What I get is a fifteen dollar dress,
Practical shoes, decent jewelry, and no one.
Why does this happen every year?
It hurts more than you know.
I'll probably see you with her.
I probably just shouldn't go.
Will I ever be with anyone?
God only knows.
And since He's waiting to tell me,
I'm stuck and I have to wear pantyhose.
I will go to semi-formal,
And pretend I'm really happy.
But on the inside, deep inside,
I cry during songs that are sappy.
I hate to think life will be cruel,
And I'll never get a date.
But life often goes that way
And so I'll sit and wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You'll be just fine Liz, be patient. Good way to show your inner thoughts. Keep writing, it's goof for the soul, good poem Liz.-------Melvina