The color of my lipstick when you kiss me.
The color that will run to my pale cheeks when you make me feel special.
The color of my dress when you told me that you loved me.
The color of your tie when we danced at their wedding.
The color of anger.
The color of frustration.
The color of passion.
The color of depth.
The color of love.
The color red.
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Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
