A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness

Black dress

She got married in a little black dress,
Slit on the side, hot off the press.
Made by a designer with a pretty French name,
Ain't nobody knew her,
Or where she came from

She made a deal with devil himself,
Got a large diamond ring,
Liquor from the top shelf
Everyone said she was crazy,
He was old enough to be her dad,
But the minute She said "I do"
The ties that bind become a nuse around you

She got married in a little black dress,
Slit on the side, hot off the press,
Made by a designer with a pretty French name,
Ain't nobody knew her,
or where she came from

They say the prettiest things are only skin deep,
The make-up may be caked on,
But in Hell you don't sleep

Every month she injected her face,
Tried to hide the scars,
Bring back that youthful grace

The nights got longer and the bottle ran dry,
Fists flew again that night
She vowed to herself,
This was it.

So she picked up a gun,
And he was no more

She went to the funeral in a little black dress,
Slit on the side, hot off the press,
Made by a designer with a pretty French name,
Everyone knew her, and
What Hell she came from

Let this be a reminder to all,
You can have the world
But still loose it all