Red can be seen with the person we love from a mile away, whether or not it represents sincerity of feelings or a flag to save ourselves can only be determined if they are already in front of us. This poem is made out of curiosity, about why we fail to prevent the pain brought by these flags get to us, which is because its shade is similar to love.
Hi! It’s been after three days since I posted here, but to clarify, I did not skip participating in #NaPoWriMo. I am still posting daily on my socials, and some poems were a throwback to poems I have written last year. We only got 9 days left. Keep going!
Red Flags
blinded by love,
they let them get away,
thinking it was the symbol
meant of red flag, a fae
— Maria 🌊
we thought we cannot 