Crimson paint bleeds 
into the everlasting sun
longing for our passion
six strings sing of romance lost
of a world staring in horror
at the forbidden act of love before it
they sing for us my darling
and we dance
our skeletons fading
our art forming
and we shall follow the doves 
to our freedom
and dance together once again
where crimson paint bleeds into the everlasting sun

xoxog

----okay,so this is just a poem based on a book im reading
called the dove keeper,it is rather amazing and i just had
to write about it or i was literally going to explode :)
xoxog