When you see the color red

When you see the color red
Do you see me bloody and dead
When you see the color red
Do you picture me free of dread
What do you see
Do you see yourself hurting me
What do you see
Do you give a chance to be
When you see the color red
Did you see the rose dead
When you see the color red
Do you love me or am I just dead

poem by Neil Crosby
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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