The way I think of you

Between the shades of scarlet
I can see you in my bed;
Battered,
Worn department,
You're a bitter
Type of red!

A copper tongue of
Random drums against my
Woven walls,
You would even let me run,
You wouldn't care at all!

Between the shades of
Purple,
You are lying in my head:
Lying is the best for you --
Don't fall for me instead

I'm a useless type of
Trophy,
One that doesn't gleam;
One that lets the days go by;
Have months without a scene!

I don't care for presents,
Pictures, memories will do;
I don't care for money,
It all can turn you blue!

You see these things,
That people think;
Essential, oh!
Of course,
It's confidential,
Consequetial:
Burning out with force;

But memories cannot be
Stolen, wasted
Or abused,
Memories,
And fantasies
The best way
To confuse;
Between real life,
And dreams --
The way I think of you

Lying in a secret red,
But never turning blue