When you're not with me,
all I can see is your color
flowers, sky, and moon,
everything is purple.
Just like how you caught me
in my color, the gray.
It turned into blue rays
where peace and love remain.
And now I’m missing you,
missing you this bad.
Like baby, why can’t we?
Why can’t we be this time?
I’m still here, can’t bury
the feeling in my rays.
Our “almost” struck me !
Even death couldn’t save me.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
When you're not with me,
all I can see is your color
flowers, sky, and moon,
everything is purple.
Just like how you caught me
in my color, the gray.
It turned into blue rays
where peace and love remain.
And now I’m missing you,
missing you this bad.
Like baby, why can’t we?
Why can’t we be this time?
I’m still here, can’t bury
the feeling in my rays.
Our “almost” struck me !
Even death couldn’t save me.
