Love is purple. Love cannot be red or pink, becuase red is vibrant and
happy, as is pink. Love is happiness and sadness sometimes too :-S.
That’s why to me love is purple. Because purple can be happy or sad. But above
all, purple is mysterious…. and so is love. No matter what her love is, I will just keep Her colour for myself.
November....je t’aime hier, aujourd’hui, demain…
N is her name…. a Not so very ordiNary girl or Name. But who’s to blame? For a love that wouldN‘t bloom…for the hearts that Never played in tuNe. Like a lovely melody that everyoNe caN siNg, take away the words that rhyme it doesN‘t meaN a thiNg.
N is her name…. We triped the light and daNced together to the mooN. But where was November?? No it Never came arouNd, aNd if it did it Never made a souNd. Maybe I was abseNt or was listeNing to fast, catchiNg all the words, but theN the meaNing goiNg past.
But God I miss the girl, aNd I’d go a thousaNd times arouNd the world just to be closer to her thaN to me.
November is her Name… I Never kNew her, but I loved her just the same, I loved her Name. Wish that I had fouNd the way and the reasoNs that would make her stay. I have learNed to lead a life apart from all the rest. ANd if I caN‘t have the oNe I waNt, I’ll do my life without the best….ever…
But how I miss her and I’d go a millioN times arouNd the world just to say she had beeN miNe for just a while….
November....je t’aime hier, aujourd’hui, demain…
These static feelings I had, what a heartening slides, and shall I wish be frozen in time, keep on waiting, and let I burnt, but not broken…
If I could, then I would, to see what you see, and feel what you feel…since you’ve afftected me like you were my air..
Model : My Butterfly
Brushes : My Own
Words : My Heart
