Monday, December 10, 2007
RED
Red.
The red carpet that's lying in front of her.
Waiting for her shiny red stilettos,
To softly thread on the red velvety surface.
With her red phone clutched tightly in her hands,
Anticipating a red alarm to appear, a message that's waiting for her.
A red Prada bag hanging loosely on her skinny arms,
Like a walking display as its bright red surface,
Shine proudly in the red spotlight.
The red dress that flows perfectly,
As she walks past by the red buildings,
As though there's a magic wind coming from the red autumn trees.
Her red studs shine ever so perfectly,
Such a perfect match for her red necklace.
She sat down on the red chair,
In front of the red table,
That's beautifully covered in red table cloth made of silk
Facing the red sky,
As she sips on her red wine slowly,
Enjoying the luxury of red,
Red, just what every woman needs.