Red Dress - Poetry

 

Tonight, she wore the red dress

That makes her skin glow; you

Know, the one we all wished we had.

I probably should have realized

That underneath it all was pure jealousy

And that she was better off when she

Wore her standard black.

The dress came from a small store

Now closed and covered in dust.

I never went there; never wanted

My own moment of godlike status.

My glow is darker than most

Due to my sinful thoughts and

Exploration of sensual foods. I

Made it clear for them to pass me

By and forget my name.