You could see her red eyes, crying inside the bathroom.
You appreciated her red hair, brighter than before.
You saw her red nails while holding both of her hands, letting her now, that you'd never let go.
As the red butterflies fly around, you can see the sweet taste of her lips.
You knew that you wanted to kiss her red lips, unknown of your love.
You had a reddish love.
You never were so curious about how apples taste.
You didn't know how she could make your face go red.
But you had the urge to learn how to take care of the color red.
The color red that made you feel warm and sweet.
She was the warmest and sweetest girl you've known.
She made your life colorful
She wasn't just red.
She was more than gold.
She was an unknown color.
A color that life couldn't create.
A color that people can't see, but feel.
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Transparent Rain.
PoetryRemind me that the sparkles I see around her are imaginary. I felt like a dork asking her how did she get those beautiful stars, also called eyes.