Dress her in white,
tell her all those lies.
Tell her you love her,
con her into your plan.
She'll carry you through,
and fall into the pit instead of you.
Dress her in white,
tell her all those lies.
Tell her you'll protect her,
treat her right when it's right.
She'll fall victim then,
and carry herself to you.
Dress her in white,
tell her to stay now.
Tell her that you've changed,
guilt her back to your arms.
She'll be captured by your smile,
and only visit herself on weekends.
Dress her in white,
tell her to stay then.
Tell her the future plans,
coy her into bed.
She'll visit you in bed,
and only be captured by your words.
Dress her in white,
beg her to not leave.
Tell her you've made a mistake,
blackmail her into your own state.
She'll deny your tricks,
and follow herself through the door.
Dress her in white,
beg her to come back.
Tell her that you'll change,
cry to her in your moment of need.
She'll smile as her dress gets stained red,
and rid of you with a simple no.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
