Red Is

February 15, 2012
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Red is the lust of a united two.
Red tastes like a box of chocolates sent from your insecure hands.
Red smells like a flower blooming on a summer’s day,
Red is sadness on a rainy night.
Red sounds like people surrounding your limp body, as I shove through to get to you.
Red is a fire truck rushing your side.
Red looks like tears tumbling down my rosy cheeks.
Red is the heartbreak of a lost loved one.
Red makes me weep on a sunny day.
Red feels like ghosts kissing me one last time.
Red is memories vanished in the grief.

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butterfly said...
Feb. 28, 2012 at 9:05 am
I love this poem. So well written and thoughtful!
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