Red it represents everything I hate, everything I stand against. Red it represents pain, death and murder. I hate everything red but your red so how can I hate you? Do I hate you? I don’t know anymore. I wish so badly that I could but it’s so hard to. I hate red. I’ve always hated it and then you came. I hate what it stands for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem