Dieing Heart’s Rainbow

These white lights are blinding to all the outsiders
Striking scared eyes of all those impliers.
Red roses still bleeding black of their souls
In tears, she cries for the sin that she holds.
Orange sweet blossoms decorating her hair
Letting all the young men know she was there.
Yellow gold sun bleaching her cheeks
By our strong faith, we find reason to weep.
Green cloth dress spun round her waist
The color of earth of which she still tastes
Blue of her eyes piercing our memories
Signal the image of girls in their diaries.
Violet are the flowers that lay on her grave
Behind the stone house in which she was made.