She said I was red. Red?
Red like the rose?
So did that make me dangerous..or noble?
Red like passion.
Does this make me provocative..or lovely?
Red like blood.
Am I angry..or wounded?
Red like silk.
Am I ruby..or scarlet? Or maybe I'm crimson?
Red like heat.
Am I fiery..or thermal?
Red like rust.
So I must be burnt out..or am I vintage?
She said I was Red.
Who am I?
The fact that you were able to draw so much out of one color amazes me. I feel like in a way it kind of explains the thought process of a lot of us around this age, trying to figure out who we are and find our place. The last line really wrapped things up nicely.
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