I’m a red flag collector
A bad choice projector
My hearts one protecter
Though I’ve sure let it down
A bad behavior acceptor
Though they shine like reflectors
I pursue the rejectors
Like I'm some sort of clown
I fall for the lies
Buzzing round' me like flies
Wearing red colored ties
To match my rose-colored gown
I seem to fall for the guys
Who masquerade in disguise
A parting gift prize
Can someone please help me out?
Cause I think I might be color blind
I find I'm way too inclined
To become intertwined
Till my esteem is burned down
I'll wave my white flag
Till each loser is tagged
I'm taking me back
There's a new me in town!
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
Love that rhyme structure. This poem has bounce (or, bounce back!)
Lol, I'm that clown too. I'm not colour blind but my favourite colour is red, so there's that 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Love your cute little poem.
Really clear and strong voice in this one, love it ☺
The ending is the best. :3
This is great. Love the ending especially.
No, you are not colorblind, but the red reflectors really are red roses in disguise. Love the rhyme scheme.