Purple is a mystery.
Purple is happiness.
Purple is home.
Purple is a sanctuary.
The sun shines down.
Pink flowers glow softly.
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves.
Birds flutter about the branches.
I sit on my bed
And I read the same thing over and over.
I read what he wrote when he loved me.
The words appear on the paper
The magic has the power to heal my soul.
It can cover up the scars that time has left.
When I think of my country,
I think of a country in dire need of help.
I think of a country that can so easily fall.
As I watch my comrades fall,
I cant help but think of how lucky I am to be alive.
Blood is everywhere.
Butterflies of red and blue
flutter through the air
They dance among the flowers
Leaving footprints everywhere
Pain is looking at the rose that he gave you.
Pain is reading that text message again and again.
Pain is seeing him everyday.
I'm on the phone with you.
The time goes by so fast
It all goes by so quickly.
Oh how I wish that it could last.
You have killed me.
So many times before.