I've watched friends of mine turn red flags into red roses
I've watched friends swoon
In rose-colored glasses so clouded that...
Wherever she sees red lights, they just look like lights.
Wherever she sees red stop signs, they just look like signs...
When he shows signs of caution, she sees it as a romantic gesture.
So, whenever she sees him--he looks like love...
He buys her red hearts, red gifts and she returns red kisses...
His mark left behind in trails as a claim-
She sees romance in red, where I can only see red sirens...
I can only see these red flags in the richest color of scarlet,
waving her down,
Frantically, screaming in warning.
Red flags that come from the deepest levels of caution.
I try as a friend, I try to tell her, but she has become colorblind,
behind shades of red so deep, they bleed in all lines of vision
"I love him," she tells me.
"You shouldn't," I want to say...
This isn’t love.
Love is in millions of radiant hues that stretch farther than the eyes can see.
Love is colorful and enveloping!
I know this love
I want her to see this love. I want her to feel rainbows and butterflies but he will only be that one stain of crimson.
She doesn't see his true colors--and I know when this comes to is glory end she will only feel in gray.
But currently, my dear friend only sees in red;
Ignoring red sirens, ignoring red stop signs, ignoring red flags
And smelling red roses...
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