A Red Lie

[thailus]

Time after time, bubbles float
Enticing anyone who mistakes to take a peek
It’s cold air calling anyone foolishly listening
But it does not approach its victim
It only sits, unmoving
Only one way will make it depart its abode
And that is for one hand to fall into its snare
Like how I did, or rather, how I said it happened
Because never was I bewitched by its taste
Nor did its bloody color take captive of my eyes
Bootless was its whispers to my ears
The only reason that led this hand to behold such temptation
Was the lovely memory of you.