The color of passion, lust, and action-
Enough to invoke that nostalgic reaction.
It pumps through my heart with an undying purpose,
And it's the color of my body when I'm feeling hopeless.
You see it in my hair and my clothes,
Or when I'm starting to decompose,
Like a beast in repose.
Then, you'll hand me my rose.
The smell will engulf my nose,
And from that intense appreciation and gratitude,
My nose will begin to pour
And my arms will stay sore.
All in the name of the color RED.
