Red. It symbolises romance.
My heart beats. It pounds thinking about you.
I hold a rose against my chest and rip petals by petal.
Then I scatter it around me; Surrounded by love.
Red. It is heartbreak. For hurt. For blood.
But for each torn petal, a broken promise.
My heart bleeds and my heart, shattered.
All hope broken. Gone.. Destroyed. Love replaced for hate.
And as they say, romance is dead.