shades of red (Completed)

6. ruby bright

I see a clear figure of mine,

with glints of joy in his eyes,

but this love's an alley of blinds

else, an end's hiding in plain sight,

my nape's the skies he reaches,

with a touch of his gentle hand,

but in mind, ghosts of past flashes,

to ruin the good in my man,

so hard as may it seems,

to keep the hearts in ruby bright,

I might be torn at the seams,

if another man leaves my bed tonight,

do you have vivid visions of me?

I demand knowing all this early:

am I becoming one to cherish,

or am I another memory to vanish?