I longed for red lips,
red roses and rest,
soft cotton and comfort,
found upon your smooth breast.
The red of your love so entangled me,
But oh how I did crave the pain
To banish my own mediocrity
And burn in your molten red rain
In our days we danced so wildly,
Through red skies so happy we flew,
But soon our red turned to crimson,
A red much too heavy for two.
Now I long for white roses,
A somber display,
I’ll curse it in horror,
And fling it away.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
I longed for red lips,
red roses and rest,
soft cotton and comfort,
found upon your smooth breast.
The red of your love so entangled me,
But oh how I did crave the pain
To banish my own mediocrity
And burn in your molten red rain
In our days we danced so wildly,
Through red skies so happy we flew,
But soon our red turned to crimson,
A red much too heavy for two.
Now I long for white roses,
A somber display,
I’ll curse it in horror,
And fling it away.
