Red…

Red…
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Red, red the color of red.
Red, red is all she dreads.
Red, red if falls from her chest
Down to her feet
Till she’s on her knees
Kneeling in her pain of red.
She looks at her chest
And watch as the red
Drips from the wounding of her heart
Into the puddle of red
that sits beneath her.
Red falls from her eyes
As she cries
All the hurt that is inside.
She can’t help but take the pain
That will always remain the same.
For red has taken over her soul.
Never will it be back
To the colors
Of joy and wonder.
Lover and happiness.
For red is hurt and sorrow
That will continue tomorrow
And for all those days after.
Red, red the color of red.
Red, red is all she dreads.




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