Purple Ink

Caressed in the lap of gloom,

Laughter is a purple hue,

Painted on a canvas of dreams,

As I cried myself to sleep.

Blinking stars shone strong,

Over my shattered pieces,

The cold breeze brought jasmines,

Which too smelled wilted.

The parched lips and wrinkle eyes,

Filled with the warmth of love and lust,

Gone long from these arms so fragile

Leaving me in this world so vain!