Red

I wrote this poem about red because it is such a passionate color with many different ways to define it.

Red

Tastes like a red apple pie with brown crust on the outside.

Smells like a burning fire, hot and angry.

Feels like a blush that you get when your embarrassed.

Smells like a rose, as red as could be.

Looks like a heart and a sun in the sky.

Red