Roses are red,

black,

sometimes they are yellow or blue

just like the blood and bruises that have been drawn by you

sometimes laughter is unstoppable

sometimes tempers flare

when you know just what to do with that icy cold stare

starting a fire with just fingertips and lips

more beauty than the world could hold locked inside a kiss

battle scars open for too long begin to heal

and you begin to wonder if this could ever be real

when moonless nights has nothing on what you've seen

that time you had to wonder if you could still even dream

when that weight on your chest 

that for so long was the world

becomes the head of the one that

loves being called your girl

running fingers through her hair

that euphoric smile on her face

the realization that this is the one

thing you cannot replace

when the word passion can no 

longer begin to describe intimacy

and it has the power to drown out 

all the ugliness the restsee

let this be known the person that crushed you could never fix you

you were broken so carelessly 

only trust it to someone true