Purple.
Happy and free, yet isolated.
Grape jam, the beautiful scent of the jelly, hunger stabs at your stomach.
Yet you continue to ignore it.
It ripped and opened as you smelled the sweet, sweet jam,
Yet you were stubborn.
Him.
Still trapped, covered by the regrets and lies that suffocate you.
The hospital.
Rushes back, too late.
Slipping through your fingers, the smooth and silky satin sheets.
The regrets, the regrets, the bad decisions that one night-
With her.
Purple.
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PoetryP R O M I S E? That dragon, the sweet jelly, the rosy red cheeks, the deep blue. W H O A R E Y O U ?
