I do not want to touch the blue <br />As the blue turns red <br />And yellow turns red <br />I do not want to write in black <br />Because black turns red <br />My fingers bleed <br />My pores spit out red <br />I cherish lilac <br />The smoothness, the innocence is gone <br />What is left is red <br />The ochre, the emerald greens <br />With a blink of the eye I find them red <br />All my reveries are swept away <br />By the ebb that is red <br />I do not want to see <br />I think of stop touching <br />I shall stop breathing <br />Red is strangling me <br />'Cause <br />Red isn’t for love anymore<br /><br />Geti Ara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-for-love-anymore/
