A purple love
I'm red, he's blue, and our love makes purple
I'm the blue, and he's the red
Together we make purple, it's said
A perfect mix of passion and peace
A love that's destined never to cease
Like the sky that meets the sea
Our love is vast and forever free
A blend of warmth and coolness too
A love that's pure and eternally true
With every breath that we take
Our love grows stronger and never break
A bond that's unbreakable and pure
A love that will forever endure
I'm the blue, and he's the red
Together we make purple, it's said
A love that's perfect and true
And forever, it will see us through.
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Vera Tanden
I am 23 years old.
I am a work in progress, I use writing as an escape.
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Dear Cass, I remember the first time we met in 2015 during Mr. Bold's 8th-grade science class. You were new to the school, and we had assigned seats and got paired together for the semester. We didn't talk that much at first, that is, until we got back our first test results, and we both failed. Thus, the "F squad" was born, and we became best friends. Do you remember we even had a son together? Bob, the mini blue highlighter we passed back and forth every week (man, 13-year-olds are weird, or maybe it was just us?). I have Bob somewhere in my things.
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