that pretty red dressA Poem by Gard25
that pretty red dress
still hangs in my closet maybe i should burn it they'll still think i'm dishonest the dress smells of sweat of tears and of fear each time it meets my eyes it's as if he is near i can still feel his breath the way it burned my lips it made my eyes water smelled of booze and peppermints and though time has passed that dress still looks new maybe the bloodstains would show if it had been blue © 2021 Gard25 |
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