She had always liked the color red
Especially when paired with white
It was the color of roses, the color of love
It was the color of her lips as she smiled
Her hands were as red as the walls
Red staining her white dress
She thought it was beautiful
Painting the walls with blood
No one ever stopped to wonder why
Because everyone knew
She had always liked the color red
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(Jan 2018)
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Beautiful Darkness
PoezjaA collection of dark poetry, ranging from demons to bloody.
