Yellow into Red
Taylor was in love with a guy named Leo, who has passed on from a car crash they were both in. It’s been about 6 months after his death and Taylor goes to his grave. She has moved on and started dating again, but it hasn't worked out. She goes to Leo to see how he is and get some words of encouragement from him. In secret she has never stopped loving Leo and misses him terribly, and won't admit it to herself.
Warm me from my blacken dismayed heart.
Save me from this path I walk.
Chill these frames of disheartment I have.
Never let me fall into this pit of despair.
Make these yellow roses into red.
Light up my eyes with bubbles again.
Build my world don’t kill it.
Look deeply my eyes, touch my face, and shed a tear.
I’m a princess; you’re my pirate,
Make us work even though we shouldn’t.
Change me for who I’m not, a lover.
(Falls to her knees in front of the grave) We shouldn’t go on.
But my yellow rose is turning red,
Make it stop.
I hate this; I hate you, just stop.
I can’t go on with you.
Tell your eyes to stop,
Tell your smile to stop.
I’m sorry, we can’t.
(Touch her heart) But I can feel it beat.
I lov-
(Gets up fast, turns around, hands covering face)NO STOP!
We can’t.
I can’t. (Uncovers face)
I’ve been there. (Turns back to grave)
Time stands still.
One step closer. (Takes one step towards grave)
To fall no more. (Falls to knees)
I hate you.
(Touches grave, looking down) You’ve gone on with out me.
My yellow has turned red.
I lay here.
I shed tears for you.
I can feel you again.
I’m sorry; I’ll be with you soon.
My rose is now red and (Looks up) now so am I.
I love you.
(Pulls out gun and shots herself in the head, falls onto Leos’ grave)
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