Oct 15, 2019
On a purple night, we were driving all around my charming city. My eyes full of rainy days, my heart pumping light through it all. It stains my white dress. You see, my darling, I always loved him excellently, when I was all dressed up. He could not resist me. My eyes would swallow him, entirely. And sometimes it was powerful, other times it would exhaust him. One thing remained constant, my feelings for him were fabulous. I loved him in any way. Even on purple nights, even on rainy nights where he could not keep his promises. I would kiss his nose, knowing tomorrow, I will get all dressed up to impress him.
White Dress on A Purple Night by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
