Red is passion
It is love and affection
It is the stolen kisses in the night from a lover
And the radiating heat between two bodies
Red is loud
It is the shrieking laughter of children in a park
It is the piercing giggles after a hysterical joke
And it is the boisterous singing during a happy occasion
Red is anger
It is the swirling screams amidst an argument
It is the long fingernails that point at you accusingly with disgust
It is the spilled paint on an important document you were holding for your boss
Red is pain
It is the last breath of a loved one
It is the drunken mind trying to drown out his feelings
It is the final cut of a vein to end it all forever
Red is complex
It is comprised of both good and bad
It is what some hate, and other's love
Our world is red. We are red.
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Poetic Whispers
PuisiMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
