Gallows

'Gallows'
She left my hanging from the gallows.
A whispered word, a flash of teeth,
I was hooked and and never saw what lied underneath.
A simple drink to quell my nerves,
music coming from the birds.
She grabbed my hand and led my away,
what I fool I was that day.
She knew what she was doing and had done it a thousand times before,
I had no idea what was in store.
Before I knew it I was buying her all kinds of things,
just to see her smile and it made me feel like a King.
As soon as I was out of money I knew I was in trouble.
That smile of hers faded,
and I knew I was sunk.
She called the cops...and told them I had done wrong.
She said I had sexually assaulted her in a most vile way,
my jaw dropped...could this really be happening today?
Her smile returned as they put me in the car,
her holding my now empty wallet,
searching for my cards.
A public execution was my fate,
all because I let a girl talk me into a date.
So for all you guys out there that read into this,
don't buy them things, just lure them with a kiss.
-Dying Romantic 4: 06 am August 14th

by Brandon Chiles

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Is this really the common-standard thing to happen in this world of today?