The way it was,
flames and embers,
and the way it is,
now cold... as if December,
Shades of grey,
may fade to black,
but love is red after all,
...so it must come back,
And here I will stay,
waiting for a new love,
and a new day,
forever sad,
...and in a way
... happy.
Elipses
.... need these....elipses
"Red" is no good..
NO.
Title sucks..
I think I should change the title...it is too cliche...gotta be at least 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 poems called "Life" .