The first glimpse of a strange new world
A world filled with red stains.
The first rush prompts a sea of doubts
Should I fear or should I embrace?
The temple within me relishes an uneasy union
A union filled with red roses and thorns.
My voice discovers a new tone
As I pass on the secret to my partner to in crime.
Why whisper when I speak
This isn’t an unholy mess
But the first step towards a whole new me.
I see myself differently
For beyond the weak knees and swollen boobs
There lies a spring of hope
Which could gift this world
A new life filled with hope
And a million dreams.