Love's Red Dye
I am pulled into your tornado
Without a needle in my hand
I climb inverted, unaided to vertigo
To prick your true love red
Bled fears colour my black soul
I can paint a beautiful sunset
Burning red-hot like a coal
Tears of romance fill my dying heart
Who walks with a needle in their pocket
I need to prick your eye or die
You’re killing me softly like a puppet
I love the faces you pull when you lie
Sceptical, delusional and in love
Kisses, so sweet a taste of lust
Optical illusion held me high above
Missed my cloud nine to hit the dust
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