Red Dress

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    Red Dress

    She walked in the room in a beautiful red dress
    Hiding her face behind a striking mask
    She walked down the stairs in a graceful glide
    Little did anyone know she had something to hide
    She danced in the room as the most beautiful one
    And she looked as if her heart was in song
    And in a moment he caught her eye
    In that instant she wanted to die
    Tears began to form
    And the feelings came like they did before
    She walked to the table and removed her mask
    Her heart began to sink and started to crash
    "I loved you my love, I wish you could see. Just how much you really hurt me. I hate this feeling I have in my heart, now I know we will always be apart."
    She pulled out a gun and shot herself in the chest
    And she hit the floor in a horrible clash
    He fell to his knees and held her in his arms
    And before the trigger was pulled he wanted to say
    He really did love her anyway

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    danmartyjake1 commented on Red Dress

    12-04-2009

    Interesting, sounds like it could be a song or a movie. Lots of beauty and tragedy arranged in the words. Keep writing. I want to hear more..

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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