Red

Red is being in a restaurant watching the wine shine

The crackling sounds of fire are so divine

You get handed a bouquet of glittery roses

He looks at you, striking jittery poses

A huge leather box sits on his palm

He’s doing his best to remain calm

Out pops a huge ruby ring

He’s such a sweet thing




Red is love

But it can also mean to get rid of

You never really liked him

The lights turn dim

There’s a loud thud

Soon a flood of blood

You take the gifts and leave

So much red on your sleeve

How could one be so naive




Red is hate

That was the worse date

He never really made you happy

He usually acted snappy

That’s why he had to go

Buried beneath the snow

Along with the others

Deep below

--Rai N., 9th-12th Grade