Jacalyn Lopez

Rookie (12/01/95 / Chii-Town)

The Blood Red Poem - Poem by Jacalyn Lopez

Red is the color of Evil
Evil feels like fire burning on your hands
Red sounds like fresh Misery in the air
Misery is like suffering
Red taste like a fresh wound of blood
A vampire made that wound
Red smells like dozin of roses
Roses sitting by a grave

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 18, 2010

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