Rose Tinted Imagery

When I was small I painted everything in red  
Her hair was so much lovelier when I imagined her shadow glowed  
In shades from pink to rust that I created in my head  
I couldn't see reality no matter how deep her darkness flowed  
 
As I grew older morning's red skies cast no early warnings  
Oblivious to the omens as she shed pink petals along my path  
I was fearless in my fiercness in spite of relentless thornings  
I followed her rosey scent as she lured me to face her bloody wrath  
 
Dipped like a strawberry in melted chocolate cream  
It felt so sweet to be devoured I feel compelled to confess  
Life was better while I was sleeping in a happy dream  
For under blue skies my garden was a slippery muddy mess  
 
Then I heard her voice whisper it was time to remove my shades  
She told me not everything was a still-life waiting for a coat of paint  
When after dark her silhouett hides in gray shadows as she fades  
Reminding me that only in a rose tinted heart can she be this sinner's saint  
 
When I awoke this morning the cloak of night revealed an awful glare  
The lenes in my glasses lay shattered in the dirt beneath a bush of roses red  
Next to them was an axe covered in golden stands of long blonde hair  
As I became paifully aware my dream of her auburn curls died in my flower bed