Redhead

I once loved a beautiful redhead.

Her hair was of orange flame.

Her temperament showed every sign

That her heart was made of same.

 

She would charm me with her smile,

Then casually stab my back.

She would entice me with her body,

And then just as quickly retract.

 

She could seem so sweet and loving,

Then turn so bitter and mean.

I tried hard not to forgive her,

But her eyes were oh so green.

 

It was a whirlwind of deep emotion

Dealing with that pale, freckled beast.

Of all of the girls I’ve cared for,

I now care for her the least.