Oh loving the color, it's a paradise in my sight.
If only it's a person, I could embrace it with my arms so tight
But it is not. The purple color was never a human but made me happier than any man
And it doesn't also mean, that when you love something, it suits you. Cause life is not too good to be true.
Purple is not perfect for my warm skin
When she was paired with me, she looked dead like she'd never been
And it stings your heart when the thing you love isn't glowing when it's with you
And the perfect thing to do for them to shine is to let them go as they've never been with you at all
So I let purple away, though the only thing in my mind is to cling and be near
But let her sway with her partner
And smile as I witnessed her growth in the right color
Though it's never me, at least she's now a diamond forever to look for
When she's with another... and that is not me
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Dedicated to shayne_writes!!! Hi unniegaaaaaa
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