red.


i could acknowledge all colors except for one
can only point out two hues when finding the sun.
wouldn’t really bother if such shade was gone—
until i saw you under the perfect light, wearing one.

all pigments of purple dripped down to blue
exposing the shade i never thought i’ll have something to do.
it was never suppose to be pretty, to say the least.
but like a rose blooming on twilight—
it brought me ease.

in such color, you walked around like world was canvas.
bringing back what was lost in this devoid of mass,
from being subdue in grey & green, warmth was shed—
and it all started with just you wearing red.


— you make this world a beautiful place without even trying.