Wild and uncontrolled
She lives a world of red
Maybe she's sold her soul
Or maybe shes inside dead
Tell me, girl, do you truly live
Or do you wander aimlessly
In a world of red
Of which you're queen
Crazy and sad, it's said
With eyes of green
But only in a world of red
Can she be queen
Lonely summers and winters dark
But with too many men that embark
Into a world of red
Of which she's queen
Would it not be better
To live a world of green
Cheeks that aren't wetter
Than the ocean she's never seen
Flowers could grow in lush bounty
But from country to county
In a world of red
She's the only queen
With men at her disposal
She could pick and choose
But there's only one proposal
She couldn't bear to lose
A man not sought after
From anyone but her
Not in her world of red
But in a world of green
He makes her a whole woman
Grown from a lost child
From a sour lemon
To a queen who's more than mild
But without him she's stuck
And more than out of luck
In a world of red
Of which she's queen
YOU ARE READING
World of Red
PoetryInspired partly on Breakfast At Tiffany's and partly on personal experience. Style and some phrases (although not necessarily different than my own) inspired by All The World Is Green by Tom Waits.
