Red was a colour
A colour of love
Only the thoughts of him
Nothing below or above
Red was a colour
A colour of blood
It reminded her of death
Of someone she loved.
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flawed feelings
PoetryFlaw; -a fault or weakness -A mistake -Imperfect Every person's feelings are imperfect and so are mine. *Short poems* Started; May 6th'17 HR- #16 in poetry (23/8/17) ❤ #18 in poetry (22/8/17) #22 in poetry (21/8/17) #28 in poetry (4/8/17...
