Red.

Speaking of which, it could be seen as a romantic colour full of passion, love and a burning desire.

But red also…

U are the red stain on my hand that wont wash away not because i couldnt but i wouldnt.

U were the tear in my red beating heart funny thing is i dont want ever want it to heal.

U left but i let the memories linger like the siren of the ambulance blinking as bright as ever in red.

To you its tragedy but to me its just a way of living.

Its not for everybody, only those who are willing to live passionately, to love deeply, to chase your burning desire as long as it brings good to your life.

Holding on doesnt mean not letting go, sometimes its just learning to live knowing that it did happen alongside the next journey that you will go through in those little red shoes as if you are in the Wizard of Oz.