Little Black Dress ... By Naima Alam

Deadly sins put out the Light within

And slice off the goodness in our souls

Like an operation for conjoined twins

We all desire to make others envious

Love to show off some skin 

Our bodies are little black dresses 
Cut above the knee
The spaghetti straps

Covered by our long flowing tresses

We borrowed our dresses from our Friend

Have worn it to parties to make the other girls jealous 
To leave the boys impressed


But they reek of cigarette smoke 

And in more places than one 
We've spilled a few drops of alcohol


By the smell of it too 
It's evident we've been a little bit intimate 
With the strangers we've been eyeballing after all

Where the heck did we go ???

What kind of wild party was this ???

The scent says it all 

And among many others

It's one gathering we'll wish
We missed

Whose perfume have our dresses been doused in ???

Don't answer 
It doesn't matter  

It's a scent we weren't supposed to leave this world in (c)



(Written By My Little Sister)