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– R.M. DRAKE

Poetry

There will be times when we feel like we are meant to be alone, like this love we seek is not real and we created it to make sense of our emptiness. 

And because of that, sometimes some of us become bitter with the idea that love is only the anticipation of finding someone we will never live to meet. 

So we live our lives looking for something to fill us and give us meaning. Only to discover that in the end, love was never meant to be received by one person but rather all the people who made us feel at home. 

– Tyler Ford

Poetry

When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it’s the colour of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it’s the colour of her lips. When you make love, it’s the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it’s the colour that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it’s the colour that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it’s the colour of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it’s the fading colour of your heart falling to your knees. 

It’s not the colour you see when she leaves.

Describing the Colour Red Without Using the Word ‘Red’