Red is the color of roses

Of fires and of blood

Somehow a soul carries it all

As it is burdened by the mind

We trash against our self-made restraints

Uttering words we hope not to achieve

But to prove wrong

It is a promise foraged not in stone

But in the caverns of our undying need

A need for redemption

A burn of passion

Branded to our skin

Twisted in our soul

“Together” you say as you jump

Over that ledge and off the mountain

We are lovers turned enemies

Enemies turned allies

And I follow you off that cliff

Into that dark, uncertain abiss

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I genuinely have no idea what I just wrote, I was just hoping to get some words down.