Isn't it a beautiful colour. The colour of her eyes. The colour of her hair. The colour of her skin. She stained it because of you. She thought she could be an aspiring artist... But she got her paint and brushes mixed up. She pushed down and left the note on her bed saying she went for bread. Wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Going over to her friends. She never went over and she never went for bread. All she did was hide under the bed and wait until you knew. Crimson. The colour of her eyes,skin,hair,sheets and thoughts
