Purple sorrows
with no tomatrow.
Royal hues,
they shift and bend
but its better than the blues.
Expense never end,
as its rarity
could buy charity.
Needing much care,
it can do much to bare.
Serving as an in between,
between genders,
gliding with a sheen
but it never hinders.
Even in bed,
its never red.
The high above sky,
shifts with mauve and labender.
As time goes by,
they chase after her.
a/n
wow guys i updated
i had to write about a color for class so i chose my favorite, purple. its history is shown the best i could
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