Blood Is Red - Poem by nish dawn
Blood is red,
expensive tombstones are blue.
You cry like me,
I cry like you.
We both have feelings, we both have dreams,
my dreams are harder, but that's how it seems.
You pushed me, I am to afraid to push you,
I start to cry, you laugh when i do.
now you see,
you hurt me, but did you notice?
My blood is red,
my tombstone is now blue,
maybe in the future people will forgive you.
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