Those who don't know what hate feels like have never experienced real love. For no hate would be evil and cause many to go wild, and these walls are too pure. Then red, the color of passion fills the room, and for a mere glimpse it looks like a medieval torture chamber. Then I will go delirious to see it much longer. The overall putrid look drives many foolish, but tis true that I'm dreadfully nervous -- none to argue with. The majority over rules the feeling and sends me into a pit. A profound strenuous abyss.
Reason for writing:
The reason i wrote this peom - free verse that is, is because i was just so melancholy. i was nervous about this one dude askin me out & it wuz just tearin me down cuz i wuz nervous 'bout it. I guess that's where i get the " then red, the color of passion...". Well i'm gonna shut up now i guess u get the point. pls comment on this poem!!
Birth sign: Pisces
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