Its the color of her dress
The way she dances on the floor
Its the color of her undying lips
When she kissed you like never before
Its the colors of her screams
Anger hurling towards you
Its the color of the sky
When she parts with a sad Adieu
Its the color of her blood
Splattered all across the carpet
Its the color of my shirt
Just heavily blooming scarlet
Its the color of her dress
This time lowering her into the grave
Its the color of my roses
And because of them I forgave
But little did I know
Was the gun clenched in her hand
But I did not depress or sadden
For I too understand
