For so long,
I fought to say green suited you so well.
I'd bleed your true color to prove my point.
Each excuse I'd twist what hid behind.
For three years, I painted you green and I think this time now that I'm out of paint,
I'll choose red.
Red suits you without convincing.
Red is your color.
YOU ARE READING
Cafe Com Sangue
Poetryfeeling and thinking my experiences, through poetry and short writings.
