Roses are red
Like the color
Of the glossy
Lipstick
You wear
On your luscious lips.
Like the fiery
Color of
Your hair
And their tips.
Like the color
of your blood
As it pours
Out from your arm.
Like the firey
Cozy blanket
That’s kept you
Warm.
But:
Your lips are
Now glossed
In a charcoal
Black.
Your fiery
Red hair
Is darker
Than that.
Your blood
Now bleeds
As black
As night.
And your cozy
Red blanket
Is no longer
In site.
You’ve changed
And won't
Look back
Roses are red
But this one
Is black. |