The scarlet rememberance

Crimson coated the room A crime of passion A desire so bright Burnished by flames And Igniting silhouettes Whispers coated in hues of crimson Her hands, he remembers His hands, stained. The color of her dress He liked the color of her dress Crimson was her favorite, So he painted her lips With the colors of rose A touch, a stain, a mark that won't fade A color the heart forbade Now he knew Why anger and love Were both painted in shades of red Tale of love and loss, All coated in crimson. by @latenightwriters__