Purple.
There's something so beautiful about it.
A deep,
Dark
Purple.
It's the color of royalty.
Blue goes so well with it.
They're wonderful for each other.
But,
They remind me of a bruise.
Bruises hurt for a while,
But they eventually fade.
This isn't a metaphor.
Just an observation.
But,
If it were a metaphor,
It would be about losing you.
I'm purple.
And you're blue.
We're wonderful together.
And then, it hurts.
And then, we fade.
I don't want us to fade.
I'll wait for you.
So,
One day,
Will you be my blue again?
