Our emotions are coloured,
Powerful, Strong
And sometimes
Destructive.
At start there was white,
It was the purity of this love when I first saw you.
Then it turned red,
This love was passionate,
Possessive,
Home-like,
Almost destructive.
But we were too reckless to care.
Then the flames of this love burned us,
Leaving us stranded.
YOU ARE READING
A few poems
PoetryI hate getting flashbacks form things that I don't want to remember...
