You ask me why,
Don’t blame me,
But this is how it starts.
A scarlet dress,
And some flowers in hand,
I walked towards him,
To tell him the truth.
I had practiced it,
A few times now,
How I would have confessed,
My love for him.
There he was standing,
All decked up,
So Cheerfully,
I stood just in front of him.
Before I could say anything,
He took the flowers,
A sudden hug,
And then caught my hand.
I didn’t know,
How to react,
But then I heard him say,
"Thank You".
Before I could go on,
He took a girls name,
And then went on to tell how he was in love,
But with someone else.
I still have that scarlet dress,
But haven't worn it since,
And that’s the reason,
I have always hated RED.
~ A Poem By Fizz
