Beautiful dresses you wore at first.
Love you received, that affection you liked.
The center of the universe you thought you were.
Time was consuming that affection.
Your clothes, the cleanliness was losing.
In a room you were cornered.
Hands were changing.
Love always ended.
And to the sad corner you returned every season.
Your beauty was lost.
Dirty and old clothes adorned you
With the new times, they ignored you.
A tragic life.
Late you woke up and realized.
Forever, used and forgotten.
