Red dotted pain.

While the pastor promised of all my scarlets kinda bleached to white,
You constantly turn my sheets deathly red,
Well all that's crimson ain't a sin,
But with you I can murder to halt the pain.

If I could erase your memory,
I'd make you skip the monthly scare,
And totally forget you were here,
And if only you were human,
I'd let the devil take your breathe away.

One plus one may equal two,
But with you around we'll just remain as odd,
As I toss and turn all night,
Curse and bless you I just might,
As they say; the beauty of a butterfly,
Is in it's freedom.

I try to embrace the beauty in you Red dotted pain,
The edge in my womanhood terrain.