red.

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I don't know much about the outlook
I don't know the certain colours of perspectives
I would say
I first learned about creating a future as I met her

she was red
falling for me
like a sunset
she had lips fuller than the moon
and a place in her heart she saved like a cocoon,
but it was me who was drowning
in her paintings

there was more
more than a well known pop song,
she was
more than the colour of our blood,
she was the taste of
my favourite cup of tea,
she was a warming melody
for me to fall asleep,
she was playing the guitar to
wake me up,
she was red lips kissing without wanting to stop and
leaving your cell phone just anywhere,
cause
I didn't need to call anyone
when I was with her

she left this mark on my neck after a night I couldn't quite forget, she
travelled around my body leaving lines with her tongue,
she was like
pulling me away just to keep holding on, I
was beating for her with every breath I took

she was red
like the wall in my room,
she was a thorny rose that just needed to bloom and
I learned to love with every step she made,
and everything seems to be beyond something great as
we learned a few lessons about ourselves

for example
that you were red and I was not
for example
that we didn't tried a lot to be something more than a lovely couple,
to accept that
there are times of struggle,
but at the end you
decided to love blue
and figured that
lilac is somehow better too

it was me who was feeling white, quite unpainted after
leaving you with this boy
it was me who needed to learn that hearts could be played like a toy, but there are other ones

right as I felt torn and fell apart
I met a new found work of art
and
right after I learned to
expect more for myself,
I looked for old dreams
left on my
dusty shelf

and that's how I found my way
to go ahead,
that's how we first met
on a night similar to this one
with a song playing in monotone and
ourselves laughing to the
rainbows of the other one,
figuring out that your eyes match the colours of my heart
better than any painting ever did
that's how we start

and I need to say
that I don't care of red hair like arielle or late nights calls
in the middle of the night

I don't care about counting shooting stars until we fall asleep in the arms of another and

I don't care about keeping cherry chewing gum in my pocket
no matter what


cause I
really never
stopped loving it
I never stopped loving red

I am just
waiting for the right shade
to glow
like me,
like you
vibrant colours
as vivid
as you'll ever know

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