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Crimson Calligraphy

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By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 5 months ago 2 min read

(Verse 1)

Little Tara Jean kept to a world of her own

In her OshKosh overalls and a cold house called home

But her favorite toy was a crayon, waxy and crimson red

"Don’t you mark those walls," was all Mama said

But Tara just couldn’t help but leave a trace

Of childhood dreams in a forbidden place

Cleaning and scrubbing was a full-time task

But the crimson kept bleeding ...

No questions asked

(Chorus)

Crimson calligraphy covered the walls

A little girl’s joy in lonely halls

Tara was making her mark, she was finding her way

In a bright red line that was destined to stay

Crimson calligraphy...

Crimson calligraphy...

Oh..... Crimson calligraphy...

(Verse 2)

Her childhood years soon turned to dust and Tara Jean grew tall

But she still liked to write on plaster walls

Not with a crayon, but a birthday gift

A Dior Rouge lipstick meant to heal the rift

"Good-bye for good," the lipstick screamed

A jagged end to the life she once dreamed

No more forgiving... no more gin

Just scarlet words for where she’d been.

(Chorus)

Crimson calligraphy covered the walls

A young woman's despair in lonely halls

Tara was making her mark, she was finding her way

In a bright red line that was destined to stay

Crimson calligraphy...

Crimson calligraphy...

Oh..... Crimson calligraphy...

(Bridge)

The smell of sulphur from a cheap pawnshop buy

At sixty-two, Tara Jean was too tired to cry

A lifetime of trying, a lifetime of tears

She finally silenced all of her fears

An explosive sound, the final boom

Then a heavy silence hung in her living room.

(Verse 3)

The promise of nothing, the beauty of peace

A splattered ending and a final release

The cleaners will come and they’ll paint over it in white

To hide the horror of that desperate night

But for one last moment, the art was hers

Before the memory of her fades and blurs.

(Chorus)

Crimson calligraphy covered the walls

An old woman's ending in lonely halls

Tara was making her mark, she was finding her way

In a bright red line that was destined to stay

Crimson calligraphy...

Crimson calligraphy...

Oh..... Crimson calligraphy...

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sad poetry

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Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior

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    Written by Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior