Red Poem by Rununah S...

Red



Red isn't always
occupied about something bad.
It can also be about love.

Sometimes when people
think of the color they'll
think of hell.
That's such a horrible
thing to think about.

Don't say you don't like
the color red because
it will remind you of blood.

Don't say that, say
it reminds me of love,
when I think of love
I think of you all day.

It's so nice we
both think of love
when we hear RED! !

Red isn't always in the dead.
It's also in the heart.
The best spot to be in.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Mcmahon 10 August 2009

Red the blood colour rushed through my viens colour of passion inside loving remains the colour of birth the fire inside the feelings of pasion i hide deep inside its ok but red seems to be a bit faded in this poem kwim? nice idea

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