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Deep, rich purple flowers long, stacky green stems purple flowers reach into the stars droopy, sad petals with vibrent, lively colors frown at the ground from there nodes
There’s purple everywhere Purple paint
The flowers you give to me The sky in the morning when you text me My nails after I found out it was your favorite color Purple is the sound of your voice The sound of a train in the distance
Bright Sunny Clean Runny It can be blinding, or it can be mellow. The sun’s blissful, golden, daisy flower yellow.
The sky reminds me of you. The swirls of purple and light pink, puffs of purplish-blue clouds having just ceased the rain.
A plum, A grape, But not an ape, Blue and red, You’ll look it when dead, You gasp for air, No longer white, You long for something, With all your might, But the color of the sky,
Lavender is the bliss in your musical movements, captured by so few. Distinct you stand confined in a chaotic world, relief like no one knew. Lavender is your touch of delicacy,
The artist formely known as To get through this thing called life Shifted onto 3rd eye metamor(phase) 7. (4 - 21)
Purple was the color of the shirt you wore when we first met Purple was the color of the flowers you brought for me on our first date Purple was the color of the sky when we first kissed
Red and Blue holding hands, locked together in nature's bands. A girl’s color, some say, boys should not have a purple bedroom where to play, like a 60's kid, hair billowing and leather vests with fringe,
I am like a purple iris Mkxed into an ocean of blue flowers. Although my feet are firmly rooted in the ground, I sway slightly in the breeze, always searching for the sun.
I wait for him in the dark.
If I could change only one thing About the whole entire world
Amethyst is the color of the sky before it turns black It is stuck between lavender and purple,
Smooth prince with a royal smile. That snob that makes it all worthwile, Sitting in his lonely throne, dreaming purple dreams with hints of other colors. for he is the love child of
When I think of you, I think of purple and blue purple, secret excitement, always holding in laughter, just don't forget to let it out, more often than not blue, a soft rain, sweet and melodious
A garden of white, bouquets of black and purple. Black and purple flowers that resemble her bruised memories. A garden created of pathways, interconnected, confused, and dizzy. A garden of mazes,