My, what a beautiful dress
your hair pulled that way
I would only guess
Are you going with him again?
she lies and says no
he gave her a smile, only to refrain
she was lying, but he was no fool
again he was used
like a rusty old tool
little by little
he was being bruised
He loved her though
and was not going to risk it
'do not battle the foe'
but he didn't like the feeling one bit
Years go by
She goes by
he goes by
his life goes by
Death came and visited one day
came to take his life away
and the only thing the man asked for
was to make his wife decay
not his foe
his wife
she left him
so he will leave her
Death made his wish a command
what goes up must come down
it was his demand
Said by the foe...
My, what a beautiful dress
your hair pulled that way
I would only guess
You are going with death?
lady u make me afraid you love death? please enjoy your life you are young leave death 4 the grey ppl please 10s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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