This poem is for you
After the night I made you blue.
The sunset washed with beautiful pink
All it took was 1 yes to a drink
Falling for you was like a shooting star
For all it took was that last bar...
My hopes and chances rocketing down
Sitting on cloud nine before, now it's a frown
God you wore that beautiful red dress
Here I sat the next day a babbling mess
A goddess you are to me
But not one part of you will hear my plea..
Dear Red this poem is for you,
Now this poem makes number two
Remember when x marks the spot?
Talking about that red mop on top?
You give me chills when your near
Now the chills are engulfed in fear
I'll never have another chance
Last Saturday night might be our last dance...