Lips, the color of read, that looks if they have been kissed, and pricked by a rose, a red rose.
I sat and watched a sunset, the color red was showing brighter then the pinks and purple's, maybe that is why I thought of you, why I thought of what it might feel to kiss you, i thought of how I look at you now, and the thought of how your lips,they could be deadly, they could be poison. they draw you in just to knock you back down and yet I want to experience that for myself.
Lips, the color of read, that looks as if they have been kissed, and pricked by a rose, a red rose. Those lips I think of, I want. But yet they are to far away
