RedA Poem by EvieMy attempt at describing the colour red as a person. Enjoy, loves! xo Evie.
R E D
That Red, bossy, always on top of the others, self-centered, jealous. She throws punches, that Red, big, fat punches. When she speaks it's best to step away, because she spits the juice of bitter cranberries, and speaks the words of a rotting pomegranite. That Red, always showy, and looking for attention. I wish she would quiet down for a while and not be so . . . red. - xo Evie
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Added on June 8, 2018Last Updated on June 8, 2018 AuthorEvieOntario, CanadaAboutHi there! I'm Evie and I'm fourteen years old. When I was eight I discovered my love for writing and ever since then I've never been able to stop. I also enjoy reading, shopping, spending time outis.. more..Writing
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