~Blue Eyes wore a short white dress, her heels clanking on the ground

Red Girl watched her with determination, knowing that she had found

The one with innocence, innocence she wanted to shatter

For amusement and interest, wanting to see how Blue Eyes would be with her soul battered

Of course it would be just a game, what else would it be?

Red Girl just wanted to have some fun and then flee

Cities like Onyx was a kill or be killed place

And Red Girl was more than happy to embrace

All of the danger and thrill with open arms alongside her friends

And couldn't care less if there was anyone for her to offend

Red Girl became close with Blue Eyes, luring her in with a voice like honey and sweet touches

As time went on, from passionate kisses to soft discussions

Something began to change inside of Red Girl's black heart

She found herself craving Blue Eyes, never wanting to be apart

It was no longer something fun for her, everything had changed into something more

But love didn't exist in Onyx City, the only thing that truly mattered was war

And despite how tough Red Girl was, down to her leather jacket and combat boots

She just wanted to be loved and wanted even if she had never felt it before, love never being in her roots

But Blue Eyes cared about her, loved her, desired her, made her heart beat

And for the first time in a long time, Red Girl felt so complete

She wasn't going to lose Blue Eyes, the golden girl that resembled a white dove

Red Girl would march right on in there, with guns blazing, fighting for her love~ 

//so, I couldn't sleep last night. I literally was up at one in the morning and out of nowhere got this idea of two girls being in love in a horrible city like Gotham or Halsey's Badlands. I loved the idea so much I stopped trying to sleep and wrote this poem. Blue Eyes is the sweet and innocent one while Red Girl is the heartbreaker and thrill-seeker. But they fall in love with each other and want to get out of Onyx City together. It's a super cheesy idea but that's what my brain gave me. Maybe I'll write it into a story someday. I guess we'll have to wait and see—