Shreds of Red

In the dead of night writing where the moonlight Shines so bright A bland paper filled the words of their last memory This was like felt a remedy To heal those with broken hearts Words that fix those broken parts But when she was done there was nothing but silence Although not physical but it killed like violence Words that could heal others but felt like a burden to her I hate him she said in a whisper Tore the words into shreds Words that only remind her of red