a patch of red outlines the clear blue skies.
with tangled lines that twist and cut around,
a blue contrived of hurt, deceit and lies;
it starts to dive to earth where it is bound.

it spirals through and falls into the hands,
a loyal friend who waits, in search to catch-
the bright blue kite and where it seeks to land.
their loyalty will remain soon attached.

but your hands are not stained, unlike his own,
a crimson hue that seeps into your soul.
his past is blue, but yours is red it's shown,
a red much like the patch flying in stroll.

your guilt flies high for us all to see clear,
your past is now the biggest thing that you fear.