Red
I am the color that stands for love.
I am the hearts that fill up your box.
I am the rose that sits on your table.
I am the dress you wear on a date.
I am the ribbon on a perfectly wrapped package.
I am the stripes on the American flag.
I am the sign that warns you to turn back.
I am the anger on your face.
I am the pen on your test, “F”.
I am the horns on your biggest fear.
I am the color that stands for love,
But I am also the blood that drips off your knife.
Copyright © Megan O'Day | Year Posted 2012
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