It's Nothing. A School Project. My Go-to

Did The Poet Use Red To Symbolize Blood? Anger? Lust? Or Is The Wheelbarrow Simply Red Because Red Sounded Better Than Black?

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

I Take A Slow Sip Of Lukewarm Coffee, Reopen The Book, And Read The Words Scribbled In Red Ink Near The Top: Everyone Needs An Olly-olly-oxen-free.

But I Need To Wake Up Somehow. Or Maybe Not. Maybe It’s Best To Get Through The Day Half-asleep. Maybe That’s The Only Way To Get Through Today.

But Sometimes There’s Nothing Left To Do But Move On.