My dream is a hundred dollar dress, <br />Perfect shoes, fancy jewelry, and you. <br />What I get is a fifteen dollar dress, <br />Practical shoes, decent jewelry, and no one. <br /> <br />Why does this happen every year? <br />It hurts more than you know. <br />I'll probably see you with her. <br />I probably just shouldn't go. <br /> <br />Will I ever be with anyone? <br />God only knows. <br />And since He's waiting to tell me, <br />I'm stuck and I have to wear pantyhose. <br /> <br />I will go to semi-formal, <br />And pretend I'm really happy. <br />But on the inside, deep inside, <br />I cry during songs that are sappy. <br /> <br />I hate to think life will be cruel, <br />And I'll never get a date. <br />But life often goes that way <br />And so I'll sit and wait.<br /><br />Liz Hope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/semi-formal/
