Dash of Resent
She was my star
Couldn't stop screaming for the lights
I saw a man who only knew red
She's shades of pink
Loves soft blush
I prayed he go back to gray
A backpack, little girl and stairs
What did I do?
What crime called for death?
She came in like courage
I can't see gray
The pink I could of been broken
Something spilled within
A dash of resent
Can't let it go,
I don't wanna get swallowed in it,
I'm red,
The most common shade for revenge.
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