Purple Poison

by blissfulbearje   Sep 29, 2006


Purple is the bruise of my heart,
Purple is so powerful, and oh so smart.
Purple is so mysterious, like my love.
Purple is the poison that can kill a white dove.
It is the quirkiness of peacefulness,
The heartache of emptiness.
Purple is the bazaar colour that nobody can defeat,
It is the anxiety that will always beat.

*entered it in a colour competition*

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