Devil In A Dress

You were trouble,

Everything that

Stood for rebel,

A mile away from

Where the grass

Was greener and subtle,

You were the aching

In the neck,

The chip on the


You were the devil

In a dress that hates

The word forever,

You were a mess,

Truth be told I’m

Going to get something

Off my chest,

You were my mess…

Nick F. Hawkins

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