red ribbons:
they flounce and dance
each step a curse
as they make their way
through their course
they cut the ground
and as they do
they're forming lines
making frowns
red lines:
they flirt with each other
each one a shade
of scarlet
of crimson
of ruby
or wine
and the paintings they make
look like a crime
red strokes:
they speak together
in such hushed tones
the one that they own
is so very close
they don't want to spread their secrets
just fear
for power is everything
to the red
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hello again!
i know this poem is vague in regards to what it may be referring to..
i'd love to hear your interpretations!
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where tears may fall.
Şiirwords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
