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Scarlet Secrets

By Ella

By Ella HoganPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Scarlet Secrets
Photo by Ed Leszczynskl on Unsplash

I pull up to your house

In my grandma’s ruby-colored car

We’re running in and out of stores before they close

Holding hands and trading your red coat

You feel like home

We’ll either get up super early to see the sunrise

Or stay out too late where there are no cars on the road

I wish I could profess my love for you to the world,

But that’s not what scarlet secrets do

Tomorrow is the first day of school.

The windows are down, and your hair is flying unbound

In the cup holder are melted cheap chocolate hearts

You sharpie our initials onto the front seat of the car

The red pen marks are bleeding through my paper

You buy me strawberry ice cream

And a cherry slushy

To make me feel better

We’re driving to the lookout hoping to see the blood moon

And in between stop sign kisses

I build up the courage

To tell you I love you

But all I hear back is a whisper

The red lights shine in the dark of the night

We’re crying now

I guess I am not your scarlet secret anymore

Because I’m out

childrens poetry

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