Crimson like a bleeding heart. Broken, shattered, ripped apart.
Scarlet like a slash on skin, hurt and stinging, innocent within.
Maroon like the crumbled bricks, that fell when their souls were crushed.
Imperial like the strength you had, the strength I thought would protect me...
Rusty like my voice after your words stabbed me in the back.
Pastel like the pictures we painted, when everything was mended.
Cardinal like the bird, the one that made our hearts soar.
Ruby like the rings of hope.
Desire like what we had for each other.
Loving you was red
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simplicity
Poetrysimplicity.... that's what poetry is. but poetry has depth, emotion, a sense of understanding.
