Red is passion and love and warmth
I see red when I see silky roses
I feel red flowing under my skin
A burning reminder of your lips caressing like the cool wind
I see silky roses
She loves me
She loves me not, sings the last petal
Drifting dankly to the dark dusty floor
Drifting like red red tear drops
Scattered across the the carpet like old red wine stains
You’re embedded in my skin like a drunken, hastily inked tattoo
Tattoos of roses and lips across my skin.
I hate roses
But I loved them, only because I knew you did
And I loved you
Roses are so cliche,
They say, I’m sorry, forgive me, love me, remember me
Because to me you are more beautiful than the reddest rose
And whenever I smell their sweet perfume
I think of you and how you smelled like home
So much sweeter
You could cry and I swear a garden could bloom from the love pouring out of you
She loves me not, written out for all to see
I hate roses
But I still have you tattooed all over me
I was walking along a long dusty road, at a slow dusty clip, minding my business, when all of a sudden, out of that scarlet sky, two beautiful lovebirds flew by. Their plumage was iridescent and reflected the sunset of the hot hot afternoon. And they flew with such grace dancers would have cried until their eyes were as dry as the tall summer grasses lining the endlessly long dusty road were I was minding my business.
I was walking along, minding my business, when out of that scarlet sky I found your beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that were actually miniature planets, galaxies, iridescent like a lovebirds feathers. Swirling with wild fiery sandstorms. Sweeping away lonely travelers minding their business. Eyes that were as warm as the tall summer grasses along that hot hot dusty road.
But your eyes turned out to be lies. They weren’t really planets or galaxies, but black holes that swirled with vicious thundery storms that tore through souls. Sweeping away lonely travelers minding their business, who just so desperately wanted to see the sky and stars again. Eyes that were as flat and cold as my own. Eyes that made me think of that long, long lonely dusty road.
Love is a box of chocolates
And sometimes I feel like Pandora,
Lifting the lid of sweet sweet temptation.
Never knowing if this one will be bitter and brittle,
or just kinda hollow in the middle.
But her love is better than chocolate.
Sweeter than silky Hershey’s
Finer than tiny grounds of cocoa
Powder that dappled her nose like,
stars strewn across a milky sky.
Nestled amongst chocolate galaxies.
A laugh fuller and richer.
Too much sugar
The kind that makes my knees weak
My heart miss some beats.
Better than chocolate
She has sweet in her skin
And I can almost taste…
it was on the tip of my tongue.
But I think it melted away,
Sat out too long, sitting in your sun