What is the Color Red?

What is the color red?

It’s in her cheeks when she smiles at you,

and what she’s wearing on her lips when you take her out.

It’s the intoxicating feeling you get whenever her perfume drifts up to your

nose and infiltrates deep into your soul.

It’s your heartbeat speeding up when she leans in for one more kiss,

the madness flowing through your mind late at night as you wonder

when you’ll feel the fragile touch of her fingertips again.

It’s the loving, tight embrace she gives you when you feel like you can’t endure the pain.

It’s the passion in which she makes love to you,

that makes you forget that there was anyone else before her,

or even who will come after she’s long gone.

It’s the way she makes your world more beautiful just by being in it.

But red is the color of fire, and like fire, it’s quick to fizzle and turn to smoky grey.

It’s the way she dances out of your life with a smile, when you’re least expecting,

And takes your heart with her.

It’s the hopelessness as you lie alone in the same bed you made love in,

clinging to the empty sheets, wondering how you’ll make it through the night.

It’s the emptiness in your soul,

where the comfort of her honey sweet words used to occupy.

It’s the countless little things that remind you of her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at you--

before she decided freedom was more precious than your embrace.

It’s the anger you feel for letting her slip away,

And the realization that nothing you did could ever tame her soul.

It’s watching your whole world turn to ashes and float away, while sitting in your house,

numb, looking for ways to forget those lips, her smell, kiss, the gentle touch…

Slowly the memories fade, the color drifts from your world,

but will always leave part of you stripped bare, and vulnerable.

But long from now, whenever you see the color red,

you’ll remember the feeling, and relive every painfully beautiful,

fiery, passionate moment, and revel in her memory.What is the color red?

It’s in her cheeks when she smiles at you,

and what she’s wearing on her lips when you take her out.

It’s the intoxicating feeling you get whenever her perfume drifts up to your

nose and infiltrates deep into your soul.

It’s your heartbeat speeding up when she leans in for one more kiss,

the madness flowing through your mind late at night as you wonder

when you’ll feel the fragile touch of her fingertips again.

It’s the loving, tight embrace she gives you when you feel like you can’t endure the pain.

It’s the passion in which she makes love to you,

that makes you forget that there was anyone else before her,

or even who will come after she’s long gone.

It’s the way she makes your world more beautiful just by being in it.

But red is the color of fire, and like fire, it’s quick to fizzle and turn to smoky grey.

It’s the way she dances out of your life with a smile, when you’re least expecting,

And takes your heart with her.

It’s the hopelessness as you lie alone in the same bed you made love in,

clinging to the empty sheets, wondering how you’ll make it through the night.

It’s the emptiness in your soul,

where the comfort of her honey sweet words used to occupy.

It’s the countless little things that remind you of her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at you--

before she decided freedom was more precious than your embrace.

It’s the anger you feel for letting her slip away,

And the realization that nothing you did could ever tame her soul.

It’s watching your whole world turn to ashes and float away, while sitting in your house,

numb, looking for ways to forget those lips, her smell, kiss, the gentle touch…

Slowly the memories fade, the color drifts from your world,

but will always leave part of you stripped bare, and vulnerable.

But long from now, whenever you see the color red,

you’ll remember the feeling, and relive every painfully beautiful,

fiery, passionate moment, and revel in her memory.