Red painted dress

A curse or a bless
You said you can handle insanity, that you find peace in chaos

I told you that red was my favourite colour and you loved that about me

You said that you enjoy the the fire, cold weather was never really you thing anyway

They are not screams
It’s a lullaby for you to fall asleep
You said that in your dreams my dress is still white, is that true?

Stop wiping your tears, can’t you see you are wasting your blood?
Such a loss of colour

Don’t cry
You can’t stop me from painting my dress again

But my love, did you forgot that red is my favourite colour?