Sometimes,
We see red.
Our hearts are red,
Our eyes are red,
Even the roses you got me are red.
Our blood is red,
Our hands are red-
And all of it we'd do again.
We see red
-In the midst of love
-In the midst of hate
-In everything we thought was great;
We see red when we can't think straight.
Even those heart shaped glasses give the world a red tint;
God, please save us from our sins.
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God's Love in Poems
PoesíaPoems written about my life or moments in my life with God at the center. Poetry Is... Poetry is a moment of feeling, A moment of dreaming, Or a moment of memories Put into words. Transferring those feelings, Dreams, And memories, From my heart- To...
