Of all the shades of red
You carry inside your heart,
You blame it on the girls,
Saying they stained it from the start.
But that was never even paint
That your heart was soaked in instead,
Just red flags growing deep
In the roots beneath your thread.
Of all the shades of red
That you harbor in your soul,
You call it something sweet,
Till the sheets begin to unfold.
It was never love to begin with,
Just games you chose to play,
That brings forth all the hues of gray,
Even in the sunniest of days.
Of all the shades of red
That cloak you like a flame,
It wears you thin with time
Yet you still feed the same.
The red never fades...
It stains black on your hollow face,
And you keep all your flags waving,
With all the shades of red.
Footnotes:
To all the Patricks we have encountered... May we never cross paths with them again.
PS. There are 3 sides in every story...
1. His Side
2. Her Side
3. Truth
I'm choosing 2...
Because sometimes even the truth is not quite Right.