Painted Red

• Kate Beveridge, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

A red, rosy glow that creeps into my mind,
Softening my thoughts when they turn to you.
A heart so pure, so impossible to find,
Red blood as a blush when you enter my view.

Red is the shame that creeps onto my face,
As my thoughts scream your name but you don't seem to hear.
Red is the hue that marks my disgrace,
I watch from the sidelines, "I love you, my dear."

Red is the anger that thumps in my head,
She cannot adore you as much as I do.
Your eyes see right through me, their expression is dead,
Red-hot is my pain as my heart breaks in two.

Red are my eyes as my tears flow thick,
You're taboo, not allowed, and you won't love me back.
The injustice of it all makes me want to be sick,
Our love shall not be, and that is a fact.