"Red"
It is the passion.
The flakes of beauty,
Crumbling tragedy,
Bursts of pain and emotion,
Flying,
Sliding,
Falling from her bleeding heart.
It is the sun.
The fiery ball of explosion,
Filling everything with warmth,
And the feeling of security.
Even with your eyes closed,
It shines through,
Warming my eyelids.
It is the filling sensation of love.
The feeling where you're going to burst.
When you don't think you could
Possibly love someone more.
When you feel so adored,
That you can see the admiration in plain sight.
It is death,
Reborn,
Into a living,
Breathing,
Beautiful thing.
It is total beauty in absolutely everything.
It is also the remaking of a dawn,
The light in the sun rising.
It is the triumph in victory,
And the love between a couple.
There is no debate,
And at this rate,
You will also find that it is a fight.
A battle against everything,
When you are up against a wall and there is no escaping...
Someone asked me...
What is red?
....
This is red.
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Life Notes & Love Letters
PoetryThis is the next chapter of my life, might as well start it right... I'm recording my emotions, that are deep enough to fill an ocean. And don't get bored of my rhymes, they're just in my work sometimes... Enjoy~! Please leave any comments, tips, t...
