R E D
Red is the colour my skin turns
after overdoing a sit-down on a beach
It’s the colour of my marking pen
when I try to teach
It’s my warning sign telling me to stop
and the colour of my eyes
when my crying for you
won’t stop
Red is the heat beneath my breath
the ache that lingers in my chest
the line I cross and can’t take back
the fire I carry, unexpressed
It’s the thread that ties my past
to the scars I won’t erase
a quiet shout, a stubborn flame
burning steady in its place
Red is the colour I wear like armor
silent strength in every scar
Red is my bestest colour dear
its the warmth I feel,
when you are near to me.
About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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