Sunday, 17 May 2009

baby it's black outside

This red is a loss

It was black i missed.
Change it back because
it was black i promised
forever love for both of us.
It was black i kissed
and swirled in endless lust.
It was black black bllllaaack!
(The streaks do not highlight

but exaggerate for the eyes
already show enough
they're bright
like all the things i've said before
... And more.                                                  )
But if black hurts

and red is strong
If history makes it worse,
then flame on
If you want freedom from the curse
(the curse of loving one)
Then stray from the hurst
the true colour
of the forever loved one.