Those Things You Call A Poem

INGLES : Free versing

"Red"

I've always loved the color red

I loved it's uniqueness

Loved it's fierceness

I met a man with red hair

And fell in love with the color beyond compare

Like fire burning through the night

Can't be put out even by the twilight

I made sure he loved me too you see

So that color would belong only to me

It started out real okay

But then we fought everyday

He was always so angry

Always so jealous

I could feel it as my skin blooms in bruises

And even though he hurts me

I stayed cause I loved him truly

I always loved the color red

And now as he plunged a knife into my heart

I'm bathed in the red I loved so much.