Red

Look out the window....a Red butterfly.

It mournfully flutters by.

Look in that box....a Red crayon just for you.

But you find out it only colors dark blue.

Look in the vase...a Red rose.

So beautiful, yet surrounded by the thorns it shows.

Look at the walls....Red words, though faint,

Are also dripping in crimson paint.

Look at your hands covered in Red.

The same color you saw as you bled.

But Red is not your enemy.

For the color that you most fear,

Is the color that I hold most dear.