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When I die,
Leave your sorrows at home,
Wear your scarlet dress,
Meet me at the place where we met.
Not for the first time,
But where we really met.
Where I fell in love with you.
Hold your red rose in hand.
Summon me unto the promise land.

When you feel alone,
Just put on your scarlet dress.
And know that I am there,
Staring at you with yearning in my eyes,
As I did in my time with you.

Eventually,
Let the red morph to your skin,
And know its my fingers
Flowing throw your hair,
That most would mistake for the wind.

Let the scarlet bleed into your heart,
Not from it.
So that I may inhabit the only place,
That I could have described as heaven.

Promise me that you'll wear your scarlet,
When summer ends,
So that when fall arrives,
The scarlet will come alive in the trees,
And I can be with you,
As long as you take the time,
To admire the beauty of the changing leaves,
As I had many autumns ago.
"It is said that if a woman wears a scarlet dress to a cemetery, it can attract the spirit of a lover that has passed." This is unfinished.
Every morning without you,
Is another morning,
I am arisen within a fire.

Completely dismembered.
Absolutely discombobulated.
And ended in fear and worry.

Yet whether you are here or not,
I jolt awake,
Writhing.

Another meaningless day in hell.
Set afire, that scarlet dress,
And use it as a torch.
Roam this earth and never stop,
Til every pine and oak are scorched.

And pray to whoever,
This poison doesn't catch ablaze,
Because this, my dear,
I'm afraid...

Is a wave,
I cannot brave.
How can you be afraid of the dark,
My love...
When you're the only light
I've ever seen?
I'll let the poison seep through my skin,
As I imagine you with him.
Yes, I agree it was a mistake.
But it was a risk you willed to take.
You took a bond that to me was sacred.
And rather than kindled it, you inflamed it.
You set fire to my temple,
When he felt the skin upon your dimples.
Now I see you through his eyes,
But fortunately I realize,
That it is nothing to you,
But it is everything to me,
That an unspoken bond was broken,
When you felt him and not,

Me...
I am not in the correct state of mind to even operate this phone but I think this is how I feel.

— The End —