Red

Red is the colour of my house roof, red was the camera (that wasnt water proof).
Red is the colour of my pen lid, and the colour of a sunburnt kid.
Red was the rose, swaying in the breeze, red was the car passing with ease.
Red is the fire that burns in her eye, just after her friend told her a lie.
Red is the anger after the fight, red is the sunset just before night.
Red is the taste of the sweetest strawberry, red is the colour of the ripest cherry.
Red is the love, sent from above, red is the colour of her new glove.
Red is a colour, part of the rainbow, red is the graze on her left elbow.

The colour red is nice for sure,
but I cant help but like blue just a tad more.

This poem was written for my grade 8 poetry assignment, thats y its not very good lol