Red Dress Vs Green Dress
She moves her hips,
luring me in with her lips.
She watches me as I drink,
hoping her neck I could lick.
I want to take off her red dress,
nature will now be its flesh.
But the dress is turning green,
and I want an apple to peel.
She's there holding a knife,
maybe what she wants is my life.
I can see it in her eyes,
she's been fed up with my lies.
I can now let her go,
before I drop too low.
My body is trembling in fear,
my own death now I have to bear.
luring me in with her lips.
She watches me as I drink,
hoping her neck I could lick.
I want to take off her red dress,
nature will now be its flesh.
But the dress is turning green,
and I want an apple to peel.
She's there holding a knife,
maybe what she wants is my life.
I can see it in her eyes,
she's been fed up with my lies.
I can now let her go,
before I drop too low.
My body is trembling in fear,
my own death now I have to bear.
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This poem is written from a man's POV and he thinks how she was when she wore that red dress and how she was when she wore the green dress. The two realities, old and new, fight each other in a battle that ends with his life.In the stanza, where the dress is turning green, the next sentence states that the narrator wants to peel an apple; that's because he doesn't like her anymore (now that she has the green dress on and she's fed up with him) and he prefers her as she was with the red dress, beautiful and alluring.