It’s never the people you expect, is it?
Because all my life,
all my love.
It’s bitter and brief,
and so much more.
The cuts are,
only a little to pay.
When all you see is red,
all I see is you.
And that’s enough,
for me.
So don’t leave me,
Can’t you see?
It’s the deepness,
that’s holding me.
When under the stars,
and that big, dark sky was ours.
I’m sure that’s when,
we were most free.
When we danced for hours on end--
You laughed,
and I saw red.
And when you baked a cake for me--
Little stars of frosting,
all swirled in white.
That was enough,
for me.
But when you made me bleed--
Cuts deep,
And frothy red.
Never you.
Never me.
We are perfect.
We are we.
It’s never the people you expect, is it--
Love.
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