You and your fiery red hair,

Are like an artists' dream,

I May look like I don't care,


But things are not always as they seem,

I may make you angry,

And make your pressure high,

I might Be clingy,

But for You, I might die,

You make an angel jealous,

And You make a soul's spirit sore,

No matter how much You give, They always want more,

I just wish You'll give me a chance,

And I promise I would make Your head dance,

But I know You have a reason to Ignore,

And maybe that's the reason why You are adored,

But don't get me wrong,

If You break my heart,

It won't be mended for long,

My heart won't be able to start,

And perhaps that will make me less arrogant,

And perhaps more giving,

I don't want to you make those rude comments,

And if You've already broken my heart, I won't be living,

Anymore...