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By Mercy Echenique Date: 2009 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.24.19.39.14081]] |
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They say red is the color of love, is that so, But how can you be certain, how do you know? You need to put an effort into love, you cannot slack, For if you do, the love can turn to black. Take a knife, plunge the heart, no words, just shut up and bleed, You will be filled with so much anger, your heart with rage will feed. Some may think you are insane, But blood will flow, extinguishing your pain. I have the urge to get high, but I'm afraid of needles, its one my of fears, I want to use this scalpel, cut away at the skin, but I'm afraid of tears. It makes me mad at the way you act, Breaking promises, your word, our pact. Why do you try to be so different around friends, A mixed signal is what it sends. There's no need to pretend to be someone your not, I wish you'd be put in your place, Stop hiding who you really are, and show your true face. You wear a mask for so long, you start to forget who you really were beneath, Your words piercing me like sharp teeth. Putting my life in danger, damaging my health, Then like the shadows, you are back in stealth. I prefer to hear the truth, save any lie, I wish you wouldn't leave me to rot and die. Are you blind, the things that are happening can you not see, Do you even care what becomes of me? What was done to you is what created you, a monster, incapable of love, To live in loneliness, never going down, or above. The things you say and do make me cry, you really like to antagonize, Its never meaningless to apologize. Sometimes I think my heart is broken into tiny parts, Just because you took it as a game of darts. You have no idea how much it bled, Isn't the color of blood red? Now back to my title from above, What color is love? |