Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
She was Purple
In my mind, she was always purple.
The purple I chase in dreams and in fear,
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
A thousand solemn, weary goodbyes,
My heart winces, though no one is near.
In my mind, she was always purple.
I am stuck upon thoughts of souls that die,
Sitting here, spent from dropping tears,
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
Licking old wounds and trying to cry,
This awakening is foreign and queer.
In my mind, she was always purple.
But I give smiles to those who are wry
To my fallen heart, though it is not clear.
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
And I'm trying to see how you can fly
Without wings or hope, not there or here.
In my mind, she was always purple.
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
6-15-10
The purple I chase in dreams and in fear,
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
A thousand solemn, weary goodbyes,
My heart winces, though no one is near.
In my mind, she was always purple.
I am stuck upon thoughts of souls that die,
Sitting here, spent from dropping tears,
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
Licking old wounds and trying to cry,
This awakening is foreign and queer.
In my mind, she was always purple.
But I give smiles to those who are wry
To my fallen heart, though it is not clear.
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
And I'm trying to see how you can fly
Without wings or hope, not there or here.
In my mind, she was always purple.
Hoping to fall from dances cast like spells.
6-15-10
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She was Purple
She was Purple
