I knew falling in love with you Will only be another mistake It is something stupid to do A stupid decision that I made Falling for you was easy It was never that hard You took something from me You came in and took my heart I thought my heart was shackled But it all broke when you came in Now I follow you like a shadow Wandering with you in the night But you won't notice me Because you are happy With somebody else
Red is the color of anger That burns and boils and bubbles It seethes and seems to soak into beauty It is cold and fierce and fiery And ironically *red is the color of love
Don't you just hate it? When pain, turns poetic. Why does it never stay ugly? Disgusting. Why the depth? I'm a Poet. Because of this, I can never feel pain Without seeing the beauty. I hate it