Purple

purple sits on a throne of loneliness
fragmented by angry red
then diluted by moody blue
An eroticism lent only by passion and royalty of these two

and purple frames the pictures of the past
that once created love so red
and once painted skies so blue
a discoloration baby, purple bruises me and you

leave off the purple rain, leave off the purple rain
our purple made us go insane
as blue as the darkened sea and red as bloodied veins
leave out the purple rain, leave out the purple rain
our purple made us go insane

by Elisa elisa

Comments (1)

I really like your poems, please write some more Regards Henrik Zar