Red

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I see him, yet he doesn't see me.

His favourite colour is red, like the colour of his bed.

The next day I wore red, to impress him and only him.

He ignored me.

The next day I did my makeup red, just for him.

He ignored me.

The next day I gave him a red rose, because he loves them.

He ignored me.

The next day I dyed me hair red, All for him.

He ignored me.

I see him, in his house.

He doesn't see me.

Yet I didn't see it all.

The red on his bed, wasn't because it was his favourite colour.

It was Willow.

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