How red a delicate rose is.

Thrown onto a coffin before it is lowered

And like the blush of the girl you love

Maroon as blood after it’s dried

What does it look like on cracked lips

After whispering a secret in the dark?

Crimson like a hot coal in a fireplace

In the home of a family that lies

And pretends to live in sanity

Ruby like the necklace he gave her

Before he asked her to belong to him

And pledged himself to her heart

Scarlet like an angel’s lips

Or like an amaranth flower

And your heart after it left your chest