Red Eyes

Walking with a high of completeness that radiates in florecent colors,
She was the red hot devil that made all the wonderers swoon.
A look that permiates with substance, he grabbed her attention.
She was taken aback by the sweet conversations;
"Im not looking or wanting or waiting" says the girl with the longing heart.
But his intense desire, and uncontainable strength overcame her rejection.
So many times to have were to come, and time waits for no one.

It was a filthy love affair, stained by the wares & tears of love long gone.
The maniacle ways of his words twisted her sides, and darkened her already black heart.
There was nothing natural about their mutual obsession for one another.
But it fit perfectly, peices that had no business binding, did.
So to deny their already set-in-their-ways life would be blasphamy; or
Purely selfish to each, wanting to seperate.

Though so many wanted them both together, and apart
It was clear to see the devotion in her eyes, and lips.
He was a cool breeze that never stopped blowing,
and though it could lift her to the skies, He also tore her dress down.
It became a constant plite of reassurance, and ok's, and why think that's.
Not a moment passed without his arms around her,
"Im in it till the end of the world love, Im not giving you away"
And with that, she could sleep, and breathe, and wake.

A brutal battle that almost brought those who once lived & loved, down
to their bloody knees and their broken spirits.
That which was an everyday occurance, now lingered in halls like ghosts.
A love with no limitation, but needing boundries finally faded away.
And the red hot devil she was, became a cold, hard stone of salty rivers,
broken promises, and times that were still to be had.

It was never her intention, and its all she could have said
Because really, was there any way this could have not happened?
Even if the Gods themselves would have thrown lightening between these two broken souls,
It was meant to be for a little while, not forever, but for enough time
So they both may say love is good, love is grand, but hate comes from love,
and it is that, and only that, that stopped their obsession.