Red
Red is a whole symphony of violins and a single rose
Red is all lyrics, music and often prose
It tells of lovers and it tells of war it's heart breaking stories from old folklore
Red is destruction but it is also redemption, friendship and retribution
Red is in all things but mostly passion
Red is the tears that are cried and the blood that dries the look in my angry fathers eyes the stone cold heart beneath those lies
Red pumps through my veins
Red is the love that causes the worst pain
This poem is about:
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: