Red was meant to be just a color of blood,
Red was meant to be mixed color,
Red was just one of the colors of the rainbow.
Red was just a color of a heart,
Red was just a child's color to their color books,
Red was just a color.
Until it was worn
Until it became mess
Until it became your favorite color to kill anyone,
Especially you,
You killed yourself from drawning into depression.
You became a facade of a place were full of blood,
You put a red flag on it and marked,
Marked that anyone can't ever erase.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBe acquit from the past. Let your today cast As if it will never last. Sula't Tula : contains compiled poems.
