she's so pretty
I watch you with her,
I’m stupid for caring,
I watch you with her,
Gosh she’s so pretty,
It’s not fair,
Her hair,
Her eyes, her smile,
I’m scared you’re stuck in her trap,
But gosh she’s so pretty,
On the outside and within,
I see why you fell for her,
It would be so easy,
I wish you would fall for me,
I understand though,
Why fall for me when she’s so pretty?
Ray Miller
Thu 11th Apr 2024 08:10
There's plenty of rules in poetry, actually. Whether one observes them is another matter. But anyway, I'm simply suggesting that "victims" are generally pulled in before they're drowned. Of course, it could be done the other way around, but it seems less efficient.