PurpleA Poem by motley poetry (special k)Quick heartbreak.
Purple is a color I never thought I would be able to feel.
We felt like we already knew each other in a past life. Within one night I wanted to marry this man. See When blue and pink collide they make purple. When he never talked to me again it left a bruise. If you could take the best parts of your first and second love, would you? It's been almost a week now and my bruise is some sort of yellow. I'm trying to compare him with the rest of the fish when he was the color of the sea. Even together, There are no two colors mixed that make his blue.
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