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.