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The Red Room
We loved in phases.
We loved not by first sight, but by first touch.
We touched before we ever spoke, and throughout we remained speechless.
We communicated through kiss, so when we fought, it was a duel between gladiators.
The arena our bedroom.
Red is the wine that fueled our passion.
Red is the light that shines on our future, dark, hazy, but visible.
Red is your lipstick.
Red is a stop sign.
Red is a warning.
Red is a caution.
Red could end up being the blood dripping from broken heart.
As for now, Red is my valentine.
We loved not by first sight, but by first touch.
We touched before we ever spoke, and throughout we remained speechless.
We communicated through kiss, so when we fought, it was a duel between gladiators.
The arena our bedroom.
Red is the wine that fueled our passion.
Red is the light that shines on our future, dark, hazy, but visible.
Red is your lipstick.
Red is a stop sign.
Red is a warning.
Red is a caution.
Red could end up being the blood dripping from broken heart.
As for now, Red is my valentine.
Published 28th Aug 2019
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3rd Sep 2019 9:19pm
I like how you said in the beginning going through "phases" and then went through the different scenes.
Heartbreak inspires us and it gives us the bravado to write.
Great ink.
Heartbreak inspires us and it gives us the bravado to write.
Great ink.
