13

Meeting you, meeting me

young and old life ahead

promised love, promise failed

meeting you, meeting me.

Darker skin, darker eyes, darker soul;

you loved dark colors

and I couldn’t see the red

Eclipsed by your smile

fake promises, ton of lies

meeting you, meeting me.

Was a whole new experience

a bad soap-opera I don’t want to re-run

And the date was marked

in the calendar of faith

thirteen days of the second month

when fourteen was a celebration

with a gone love and a broken heart

Deterioration came fast

every hour and every day

lower and lower you fell

deeper and deeper into your darker colors

so I could finally see the red.