The Colour Red.

I've been seeing you for about half a year now.
Your the light to my life.
Your hugs, your kisses. But, how?
I swear, your going to be my wife.

This town is crazy, isn't it?
I mean, it's too good to be true.
To its beauty I must commit,
But I'm also commited to you.

Theres too many crowds here.
They need to go.
Lets take a walk by the pier.
We'll make sure we never outgrow.

I place my hand on your cheek.
You look right at me.
Your face... It seems so unique.
Our future, I forsee.

I move closer.
I gently touch.
Your hips feel firm with composure
I've dreamed of nonesuch.

Our lips only inches away
I start to feel you slip.
The world suddenly turning grey,
I sense your blood drip.

My eyes turn to your wound.
The colour of red fills my eye.
It takes my heart a second to attune,
As I watch your body slowly die.