Red is the color of love.
As I sit here.
Staring deeply into your eyes, locked tightly like a latex glove.
You’re speaking.
My ears are wide open.
Multitasking is my specialty.
So it’s nothing for me to pay attention, to the motion of your lips, and how perfectly,
They curve after each sentence, and every word that you’ve spoken...
I’m not perfect...
Shit neither are you...
Perfectly Imperfect without Elle Varner being the wise elephant in the room.
We’re both just that.
A fly on the wall would love to see us...
Metaphorically speaking the fly is a representation of all of your friends who’d love to know,
Wtf we’ve got going on.
It’s nobody’s business...
Those long drives.
Those thick thighs.
Those bedroom eyes.
The attraction is and belongs to you so take me...
Inside or into.
It doesn’t matter how you want to receive it.
I aim to please.
So you choose,
This or that way,
I’m still tryna fuck with your mental.
This isn’t love but love is the color red, but tonight I only care to get inside of your bed-I mean inside of your head because...
Tonight.
It’s of no concern,
That red is the color of of love.
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The last time I laughed so hard that my belly hurt was ___________ Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts When I was 24 and going to a women's support group we would laugh, I would go home with a sore face and sore sides. Why? I wasn't used to smiling or laughing. After a few months of doing that, I never have a sore face, sides, or belly from laughing as I laugh enough.
By Denise E Lindquist6 days ago in Writers
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Your poem was so beautifully written! Red is my favourite colour. It used to be because red is the colour of love. But now it's because red is the colour of anger and revenge!