Red

story of love lost

Red walks the path alone.
No one knows when she's home.
Garments blank as white as snow,
hair as red as blood alone.
When she's mine to love and keep,
and when she's gone I sleep and weep.
She keeps my soul with lock and key,
to ruin my life with misery.
Now she leaves me on my own,
to walk back to her lonely home.

Author's Note

For an old friend

Reviews

[Daniel Inger]

It's a pity she doesn't have pink hair!

[Cristina]

Really nice cute little poem. I found it easy to read and it left a smile on my face. Good job!