Andula
The Girl in a Red Dress, Waiting
Red dress. Big dreams. Waiting for a train that never comes.
They think I’m just another factory girl in a town that smells like dust and disappointment. But I’ve got a heart that beats louder than the machines. I dressed in red and danced with a boy who played piano like he knew my soul. Then he left. Now I keep on walking the same gray streets, but I see the world a little sharper. Hope’s not dead. It just wears different shoes now.
What I'm Into: Red dresses saved for Saturdays, boys who smell like jazz and smoke, unanswered letters, the dance hall lights, early train rides that don't go far
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