Red
Its in my veins.Its coats my beating heart. I cry out tears that make my face red.But sometimes i paint my walls instead.black below red on top.Ill change the color of my room.Ill change my ways, and who I am.Its starts slow like the rain of Washington state.the light mist that changes the way you are, or what you wear.Thank you Red,Your changing my lifeA new beginning A new date in time.Ill call you my friend. Ill start to try Pain my life redand not the bloody kind.
