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by pmmurphy Nov 13, 2017 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
the color red is so romantic I don't know why red is just a color its on a rose or maybe a simple sunrise even when she forgets to close her blinds It will light up every room raising to new heights and outside those window frames will come a suprise I am now the rose I am romantic she is water she nurishes me she will not speak nor will she sleep for insonmia will strike we touch pigment dampens no longer am I red is this romance?