Red is a dangerous colour
safe and sound, you breathe, you drown
red is a familiar colour
vision blurry, white noise in the background
The colour of blood that drips down my wrists,
the shade of my eyes as I weep;
the hue of my words as they roll off my tongue,
the screams that escape in my sleep.
Red is a quiet colour,
much like purple, blue, and brown,
see those kids fighting eachother?
Watch, but don't listen, as one hits the ground, now
red is a vibrant colour,
it's everywhere, is he alright?
red is a blinding colour,
it flashes it's beauty, then blue, then white,
now red is a magical colour,
it was there, it was here, then it all disappeared
they took him away, so everyday, I paint myself red with his tears.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
