ROAR
My favourite
colour
is red.
Like the
spark
in your
eyes
in the
uncomfortable
daylight.
Who is
that man
trembling
for special
care?
You seem
to touch
some untouchable
wall
in your way
to a new day.
You lie
to yourself
that my arms
are the cure,
but they only
make you feel
weaker.
You're no longer
champagne.
But the vivid
roar
of a long forgotten
love.