Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Red eyes, Blue eyes

Red.
Your eyes are blue and red.
Were you crying, babe?
Are you drunk, love?
Did you just wake up?
How your face blushes
The red color of love
When you mention passion for me.
But red,
Like the blood in my veins,
Like the color of my race.
Fury and rage.
But blue,
Like the blood in my  veins,
Like the color of depression.
Sad and tears.
These two colors, you possess them.
God made them possible
But you made them beautiful.
And they remind me of
My younger years spent praying
For thinness, playing pokemon,
And enjoying sleep,
Whereas now I fear sleep and
Want to cuddle up in your
Blue eyes red.

June 2, 2004
Suge


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