Love Is Scarlet Red
Where have all the words gone
when I am desperately looking
hiding behind the bushes
I want to yell out loud
as it is frustrating
I would want to grow some fangs
to suck out all the vocabulary
from a dusty old library
skimming through thesaurus
title sounds so pre-historic
made me think of dinosaurs
to excavate the words
buried deep in my mind
only if oxford dictionary
were some sort of pictionary
to find the meaning of love
would have been so easy,
painted in scarlet red
defining the pain and pleasure,
the rest of the words
would all be different curves.
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