Red.
Sometimes
I see red
Not just in apples
Or blushes
But in love
Or in anger.
In passion.
Black.
Sometimes
I see black
Not just in evil
Or darkness
But in storms
Or in dreams.
In strength.
Our school colors are
Red and black
Passion and strength.
The passion of the strong
Or
The strength of the passionate.
Porque no dos?
I think that's
Beautiful
In a somewhat
Frightening
Kind of beauty.
It only fits then
That when we met
One was red
One was black.
Passion and strength.
What better way is there
To describe our love?
Something so strong
No matter how young
It may be
We have both been through
So much.
We are both
So much
Stronger than we realize.
And when I
Hold your hand
Or hear your voice
I acquire your strength
And I think
You acquire mine too.
But when I'm with
You
I'm passionate
Not just in that I want to
Devour you
But also in that
I passionately want
To cuddle
To laugh
To tease
To simply live life
In your arms
With that smile
Only you bring to me
Our broken bits
May be our strongest bits
But our loving bits
Make everything else
Worth it
Make everything else
Black
With a vignette of
Red.
