When you see red maybe something like hearts
Roses
And the color on a laughing baby
But what thoughts come to mind when that red becomes deadly. It flows from your mouth
It poisons a part of your body
It drips from your eyes.
You’re going to die, Sir
But I dislike your holiday…
I guess I’ll let you live, this time, yet, if you come to my door next year
There will be hell to pay and I’ll just take your recipe
For chocolate
And the rest of you can lay out for the world to see.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of A Wondering Mind
Puisi"To the stories to be yet told or written, and the friends met along the road of becoming a Future Author." Jasmine S.
