I Am Nothing But the Color Red
My veins bleed of Crimson defeat-
The way they flow with such ease and comfort
brings me to my remorseful knees…
I sleep with Ruby dreams and hope with
Magenta skies and no matter the
season or reason I am forever caught in
Scarlet secrets.
Tormented by the loss of heartfelt goodbyes
I linger into the hues I longed to hold as
a child.
A Sangria sunset always warmed my chill-
the way the sky set a scenery of satisfaction
overflowing with Blushed memories.
Freedom resides in the comfort of
loving arms.
My arms were born to hold only regret,
as my blood races and my body aches for
something other than Rouge temptation.
I wear shades of lipstick that
shatter my dignity...
I am nothing but a
stalking mourner full
of yesterday’s
atonement-
lost in a tragic moment.
Raspberries and Strawberries-
Cherries grown in my back yard.
They all share the color I have tried to
run from since I was burned by the Fire
of regret.
A Mahogany brick crumbled my soul,
as I thirsted for a glass of Merlot-
A fever of Garnet ran high in my head,
for I am nothing but the color of Red.
Red Contest
May 29, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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