When I was little
(only three or four, still learning my way around the world)
I taught my parents how to blow kisses to the moon.
You put your hands together,
like someone is handing you something...
To whom has ever given me mixed signals,
Go
Just go
I never want to lay eyes on you again
I can’t let you go
But, I have to
No
Wait
Just
Stay
For me
Please?
That's...
Red. It had never been a color that caught my eye in any particular fashion before. It was a simple color, although one that literature has morphed into a paradox, seeing as symbolism would dictate that...
