I distinctly remember when I met you,
letting sink in those summer days.
The sun shined down to make us happy
in a numerous number of ways,
and the freeing feeling of nothing at all
filtered the season with a purple haze.
Your eyes were a cross between that violet,
mixed in with hues of blue.
Golden words dripped off of your lips,
creating dreams anew.
And in the summer of this purple year,
I'm taking off with you.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
I distinctly remember when I met you,
letting sink in those summer days.
The sun shined down to make us happy
in a numerous number of ways,
and the freeing feeling of nothing at all
filtered the season with a purple haze.
Your eyes were a cross between that violet,
mixed in with hues of blue.
Golden words dripped off of your lips,
creating dreams anew.
And in the summer of this purple year,
I'm taking off with you.
