The Colour Of Red
Love these days...
Is like a magic trick
Beautiful to behold,
Enchanting,
Counterfeit.
Sleight of heart
Eyes buried in the sand
Brain consumed in the dark
Impulse dishing out commands
Love these days...
Is like superman
A drifting dream we can never have
Like trying to hold a waterfall
In the palm of your hand
Love, these days...
Has no grit
No perseverance
No patience
No wit
Just a lot of I love yous
That don't make sense
No, you like me
Let's be honest about it
Let's be real for once
And actually talk about it
Or let's not
Dive into what's been said before
The truth will be rejected
When lies are all you're itching for
Soothe me
Get me in the mood me me me
Love is never about me
It will always be about you
Love is never about you
It will always be about me
We may argue
Blatantly disagree
But love goes beyond how you get to me
It's big headed
It enjoys a challenge
And never gives up
It's never past tense
It never runs out
It's all or nothing
To say it...
To say it,
Is one thing
To know it,
Is a beast unlike the first
Unchained if unknown
Untamed and dangerous
And yet our soul
Will always crave to raise it
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