Red

When I wear red I seem unwounded

When I wear red I'm assumed undead  

And rightly so, since no one knows

That a bullet is lodged in my chest.


When I wear red it seems unfounded  

When I wear red I seem confounded

And rightly so, since no one knows

That my heart has taken in a guest

And rightly so, since no one knows

A bullet is lodged in my chest.