When I think of you,
I think of the color purple.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact
That people say purple is royal,
Or maybe it's just because purple is you.
The grass may be green,
But people walk all over it.
The sun may be yellow,
But the sun goes down at the end of each day.
The sky may be blue,
But the blue fades to black.
Every other color I can think of is this way.
Purple is royal.
Purple is a beautiful color;
Like the hues of that in a rare sunset
Only showing on the most elegant of evenings.
The sky is blue.
The grass is green.
The sun is yellow.
But purple is you.
This is a great poem. I love when people use colours in such a creative way. You spoke a message throughout and stuck with it. I love that about poetry, because it lets the reader know what you are talking about without stumbling.