I see red
A flame
Flickering in the night
Red as the blood
Dripping from the nose of someone
On the losing side of a fight.
I see red
The beat up cover
Of my fanfiction notebook
Something nobody
Would ever give a second look
I see red
Gripping a rose in my hand
Thorns peircing the soft skin
But the pain I can stand
Red
Is so vibrant
Associated with
Both the lovely
And the violent
Red
Is a gentle beauty
Gracing our eyes
With its very existence
A/N: Sorry this kinda sucks but I really needed to post :) Please let me know what you think!
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