Black Tears

The Red Emotion

Two pure and happy hearts.
Two kind and generous souls.
Never can they be drifted apart,
the two make up a whole.
At first it was friendship,
then it became a bond.
Neither was expecting it,
but they decided to play along.
They didn't know what hit them,
nor could they find another.
The thing that was for certain
one felt empty without the other.
And so the strong red emotion
kept growing with time's pass.
And the heat from that feeling
cauterized wounds from the past.
That's not to say there were no storms,
because there definitely were.
But in the end, what did it matter?
Now they're just a bunch of blurs.
So what is to become
of the road these two follow?
Will it be a happy ending?
Or will it end in sorrow?
The canvas of their hearts
is splattered with red.
And man this emotion
is messing with their heads.
The color shines like fire,
much brighter than a sun.
They know all too well
it's a feeling they can't run from.
Oh the red emotion!
See its beauty and its grace.
Cause it means so much more
than crushing on a pretty face.
Everything about someone
makes them different from the rest.
They're everywhere you go
and yet they aren't a pest.
But if hearts are broken
you get the taste of liver.
Eventually you'll wanna go out
downing gulps of hard liquor.
Don't stress, enjoy what you have,
but be careful on the floor you tread.
"First loves are a one-time thing,"
to me someone once said.
So remember that every deed
has its roots and its origin.
Almost every good or bad thing
stems from the red emotion.