Another (sad) attempt at poetry. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Red Dress
You're nervous.
You're not supposed to be.
Still, your tie itches,
your shoes are too tight,
And this is pointlesswhyareyoudoingthis-
why are you here?
Then she walks in.
Oh. That's why.
She says something,
you say something stupid back.
You take her arm,
and you can't help but think
how entirely
utterly
completely
disgustingly
ridiculously
gloriously
gone you are
over the girl
in the
red
dress.
