Love

The color of roses crusted with dew drop jewels

It happens when you pass a familiar face

It sounds like rain pattering against a window

And smells like freshly baked cookies

Love

Hate

The color of the carpets left unvacuumed for years

It happens when control leaks out of a room

It sounds like a rusted wrench thrown through a window

And smells like the gas that leaked out the bottom of the broken Jeep out front

Hate