Red
Is for the blood
Orange
Is for the leaves
Yellow
Is for the sun
Green
Is for the grass,
How luscious it is
Blue
Is for her world
Dark,
Empty,
Cold
Purple
Is for her bruises,
The worst around her neck
As she lies there,
In her casket
About to be gone
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Depressing Poems
PoetryMy thoughts. My words. MUST ASK FOR PERMISSION TO USE. Warning- these are sad and may be triggering. Read with caution
