It is the color of her lips
The way she dances in her dress
It is the color of your heart
As it dances in your chest
It is love
It is hate
It is the color that you see when you see her smile
It is the color that you see when her words turn vile
And now it has consumed you
Soaking bloody teeth
In the color of your rage when you saw her kissed last week
Now it's bubbling in your veins
As your head pounds so hot
Filling in the lines of rose petals
Meanwhile you knew she loved you not
And now your heart is turning cold
She gladly took away your soul
It is not in the color of your missing heart

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