Red   by Jess

He liked to call her red,

Because the tips of her hair are the same shade as the sun when it rises and when it goes down,

Because it was the same as the burning flame of his fiery heart.



He liked to call her red,

Because it was the color of roses and strawberries and sweet cheeries,

Because the tips of her hair were redder than snow whites lips and he always liked Ariel more than any other princess.



He liked to call her red,

Because it was the color of blood and his heart would always bleed after the other would shatter it and tear it apart, leaving her to mend it all on her own so the other could break it all over again.



He liked to call her red,

Because he really liked the color and he really liked her, he would always say. He would come to her house after they fought and he would smile and pretend it\'s okay when he knew that she knew he wasn\'t.



But the other he called blue.

Because he liked sunsets and sunrises, but he liked the deep blue oceans and the bright blue sky and her big blue eyes better,

Because it was the color of violets and bubblegum and blueberries, and he always liked blueberries better than cherries, he always liked the genie from

Aladdin better than the princesses,

Because she was icy and cool and mad him feel like he could live forever.



Because he liked red, but he loved blue. He liked red, but he would never love her. He liked red, but he would always love blue.