The Color of Love and Death
Crimson was the blush, coloring my heated cheeks
when tempted by the suggestive words he speaks
A crimson bouquet of budded roses I carried
on the day we said our vows; the day we married.
In a pool of crimson blood I awaited my death,
calling his name until I gasped for my last breath.
7/25/2016
Crimson Contest-Royal Ninja
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