fashion poem

i used to have a desire

a trench coat named love

never has it touched my heart

nor linger my very iner-sight

yet, i have call it a day

i used to have a fear

a high heel pump called great expectation

never has it proven me right

nor dissapoint me in anyway

already, it took the best out of me

i used to have a dream

a croco bag labeled ideal figure

never has i fight for it

nor become suicidal to it

still i wonder, what's in it for me

i used to have a loathe

a ball gown titled torturing job

never has it make me proud

nor give me big fat cheque

so now, it's time to say i quit