Forever Mending the Purple
Through his eyes;
which only see one thing.
Through everyone's eyes,
he sees himself as King.
Holding on to a piece of a crimson heart;
one that could have been his from the start,
but in those eyes he never really saw her.
The Love's turning purple and then he'll see.
Aching with a broken purple heart,
which time, mending is slowly healing,
growing together stronger will start
to escape each and every feeling.
For he continues to pull out that purple piece,
with each thought,
will he actually ever see,
the mending her heart
has worked so hard
to achieve
is ripped apart.
So a new wound is exposed
in this ever so violet heart,
which lasts a second, or two
and his seeing of her,
turns blind.
The purple begins
it's work again,
to mend this
ever,
aching,
purple heart.
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