Red is My Favourite Colour-- Bloody PoetryOne day we’ll meet, you and I. I won’t know when and neither of us will realize it. Eventually, we’ll get along and we’ll become friends and the way I’ll see you will start to change: but, here’s the catch… I won’t know it and you won’t know it, but we’ll both share a suspicion, except mine won’t come ‘till later. You’ll wonder what I think of you and I’ll ponder how I come across to you, but we’ll both just laugh and play it off.
Our friends will see it, they’ll ask questions, but knowing us, we’ll both deny it until one night I begin to ponder… Could it really be true? No, it’s my imagination. But while I take my time and gather all the evidence to convict my subconscious, you will already have all the evidence you need; all except one piece. Me admitting it. You won’t ask and you won’t prod. Hell, you won’t even drop