Purple is the color of my heart.
Like a shattered amethyst glistening.
It’s cold, dark, but peaceful for the most part.
Yet it beats for you, are you listening?
Purple from years of being numb.
Singing serenity almost like a dream.
Each beat it bumps is of a merciful hum.
Yet it heals for you, stitching it’s seam.
Purple like mourning and death.
Grief and abuse has tarnished it.
It’ll resume to pulse purple till my dying breath.
Yet it longs for you, a fire relit.