Fuck
December showed up early enough to deconstruct my new year plan
She dressed like a slut
Sexy but rough
wearing my pain enough like hiphop chains
Gaudy
Dressed rowdy but allow me to explain
It's the end of the year
I still carry my shame
Therefore it wears my stains like dirty laundry isn't something to change
It's fashion
Clothing I imagine fits too snug
Too tight
Who could love this attire but me
Model under fire
Walking on this runway tired
In heals
On hills hard to climb
December with this necklace of time
Broken
Late
Worn out faith and months too late to start over.
Fuck
The years done and what have we become
Models of careless character clothed
Mannequins out in the cold