Red is Dead

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[[this is a poem that expresses all my anger and sadness and everything that happened to me that day. I was feeling like a rebel that day too, so i hope you understand the ending. Cheers])

Roses are red

Fairytales are dead

I can't stand another

Moment of this moniter

I want to fly

I want to run

I want to go

To places unknown

I like to travel

I like too swim

I like too marvel

At possibly everything.

Roses are red

Fairytales are dead

I want to stand up

And reach the sky

Spin around

Touch the ground

Jump up

Then run

Stop in front of the wall

And write my name

With a spray paint

Colored red.

Run fast

Far away

Before the police can even say

"Hey!"

Run away

Fast as I can

Before time runs out

It's half passed four

I'm almost at the door

Wait!

I'm caught

Going to the station

Hands cuffed and waiting

Snickering silently inside

From fear as much as for fun.

My mom comes worried

My dad comes angry

But what can i do?

I'll tell you,

I smile happily.

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