I hope that my soul has a pink ribbon, and that your soul has a blue ribbon
I hope our ribbons form a knot, so that we would be evermore connected
I hope the knot is so strong, that we could go anywhere, but, just so you know, I'd love to visit the moon
I hope my lilac dress doesn't get caught up on the evening star on the way, I would be sad if it does
I hope we stay up there, stranded
that is, in our hearts at least

Tenderness, compassion and understanding are beneath them
I can see this purple glow
a glow which gets them ready to pour out and hold on as well
the two swish in between the reality mist with their tender angelic wings,
their souls
I cannot seem to understand
even if there isn't a reason to do so
it seems that a new world has been created
clashing with the already existing