Sep 2018
Red; it can be evil but theres always some good in it.
Red; it’s a meaning of fierce, passion, desire and love, we don’t need the negative if we keep looking at the positive
I open me eyes, see that beautiful human, but he thinks he’s not
I describe his features-repeatedly saying, “I’m lucky I’ve opened my eyes at the right time”
How his hair looks red like the fire shining through the darkness, just to help find light to the people that need it, he turns that blue fire into the shining red fire, as everyone wishes
Red; it’s a meaning of violence, destruction, violence; anger why do we look at the negatives?
The rage is digging, almost because he hates the loneliness, how many people does he help, that all that fire fused away? No one could ignite his match for him not even him
All burnt out, because he cared too much to help those in need, the anger reaches out and he wants his light back, he wants to shine again
I am also a broken shed of light, you see lights through the cracks of me, shining no matter what, don’t let the rage stop you from fusing out
There’s a little rose, wilting, shredding, breaking apart, whereas all the other roses got to be picked and given to there loved ones, kept and watered, but this one was dying
The wilting rose is just like that boy, red;
Still shining I am, shining with brighter light as I walk toward him and hand him the rose
Red; fierce, courageous, strength, clarity
He’s woken up; but I am fully broken, the cracks couldn’t fix themselves he; he’s feeling alive, loved, that there is someone out there that can give a shed of light, that you don’t have to be perfect to make someone feel loved, that it’s okay to be a bit broken from the inside
The cracks broke me, now you don’t see the little light that shines bright through these cracks, you see the blueness, the weeping and suffering, now he see’s it, I try to cover up and think about love, the redness it gives, but the breaking is too strong, he reaches for something, a little heart
Told me, I showed him to love again, that anger doesn’t have to be a part, that a wilting rose, has been watered down with the pure love, that I had the courage to pick it up and give it:
He hugs me, till I feel the fire I gave to him, till I feel how happy I made him, till I know that I never gave up on anyone, just to try and make them shine, he slowly lights me up, I’m back to being empowering, stronger than ever
Never know how much I needed that hug, that all the heartbreaks I gave to myself are all sewed up, I learned that the love I gave to people is the love I deserve to myself, I’ve always felt the love of myself but sometimes I feel lost, but the light you gave me can now guide me
Red is the one for beauty, that no matter how broken you could be, that your heart could be cracking, showing someone the love you have for yourself even through the cracks, the burns, the pain, ignites you’re own fire, making you the most powerful strong empowering human.
Red; it’s a meaning of fierce, passion, desire and love, we don’t need the negative if we keep looking at the positive
I open me eyes, see that beautiful human, but he thinks he’s not
I describe his features-repeatedly saying, “I’m lucky I’ve opened my eyes at the right time”
How his hair looks red like the fire shining through the darkness, just to help find light to the people that need it, he turns that blue fire into the shining red fire, as everyone wishes
Red; it’s a meaning of violence, destruction, violence; anger why do we look at the negatives?
The rage is digging, almost because he hates the loneliness, how many people does he help, that all that fire fused away? No one could ignite his match for him not even him
All burnt out, because he cared too much to help those in need, the anger reaches out and he wants his light back, he wants to shine again
I am also a broken shed of light, you see lights through the cracks of me, shining no matter what, don’t let the rage stop you from fusing out
There’s a little rose, wilting, shredding, breaking apart, whereas all the other roses got to be picked and given to there loved ones, kept and watered, but this one was dying
The wilting rose is just like that boy, red;
Still shining I am, shining with brighter light as I walk toward him and hand him the rose
Red; fierce, courageous, strength, clarity
He’s woken up; but I am fully broken, the cracks couldn’t fix themselves he; he’s feeling alive, loved, that there is someone out there that can give a shed of light, that you don’t have to be perfect to make someone feel loved, that it’s okay to be a bit broken from the inside
The cracks broke me, now you don’t see the little light that shines bright through these cracks, you see the blueness, the weeping and suffering, now he see’s it, I try to cover up and think about love, the redness it gives, but the breaking is too strong, he reaches for something, a little heart
Told me, I showed him to love again, that anger doesn’t have to be a part, that a wilting rose, has been watered down with the pure love, that I had the courage to pick it up and give it:
He hugs me, till I feel the fire I gave to him, till I feel how happy I made him, till I know that I never gave up on anyone, just to try and make them shine, he slowly lights me up, I’m back to being empowering, stronger than ever
Never know how much I needed that hug, that all the heartbreaks I gave to myself are all sewed up, I learned that the love I gave to people is the love I deserve to myself, I’ve always felt the love of myself but sometimes I feel lost, but the light you gave me can now guide me
Red is the one for beauty, that no matter how broken you could be, that your heart could be cracking, showing someone the love you have for yourself even through the cracks, the burns, the pain, ignites you’re own fire, making you the most powerful strong empowering human.
