My hair is red. I am alive as the sun.
My heart pumps red. I am alive as fast as I run.
You make me run.
I shave my head in the morning and by midnight I find my fire burning.
The ashes bloom into a red rose.
He finds her in a garden hidden from life like a red, red rose.
Her hair smells like fire.
Like fire, we dance.
Like music, we dance.
The sun rises as red as itself.
May we love.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
My hair is red. I am alive as the sun.
My heart pumps red. I am alive as fast as I run.
You make me run.
I shave my head in the morning and by midnight I find my fire burning.
The ashes bloom into a red rose.
He finds her in a garden hidden from life like a red, red rose.
Her hair smells like fire.
Like fire, we dance.
Like music, we dance.
The sun rises as red as itself.
May we love.
