Red

Redifining, rearing its ugly head

Erie, empthying its color along my bed

Daring, coming alone and not dead

 

Red is the color of a crayon, and blood

Red is the name of album, and song

Red is the symbol for anger, and game over

Red is the word that I wrote this poem around, but yet it made no sound

 

Sound to resonate in your heart, but instead your mind that brings those old memories to light. 

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