Red

There are two types of red

One known and said

One a person regrets and dreads

You can describe me as quiet

But you haven’t seen my red

The red that steadily streams from me

The red my heart bleeds

Blurred days and forgotten memories

Can’t seem to find remedies

Sometimes she’s ok and tries to fight the miseries

Everyone has one type of red

Either overlooked or unread

But you haven’t seen me as my heart bled