Purple Eyes

Purple eyes,unique in their own way.
I look into them and I teleport away.
Into a whole another dimension.

A dimension full of magic,full of love.
Where there is nothing bad.
And we cherish what we have.

Where magic is what we crave.
As we feed off the tree of affection.
A flavour I cant describe.

It depends on where you taste it.
Sometimes it tastes bland.
And sometimes it tastes sweet.

Where your true self is what you greet.
And all the insecurities and problems you meet.
As you draw it on a sheet of paper.

And show it to your parents.
At a very young age.
As you imagine being a famous artist.

A carreer in your adult years.
Which can be achieved only if you defeat your fears.
As the purple eye of my heart opens.

And blinks a few times.
Looking back at the good times.
And an eye color I cannot resist.

An eye color I would never predict.
And a color I could wear any day.
No matter the weather,even it it's a rainy day.

Or a sunny beach bay.
As I wear my purple heart on my sleeve.
Hoping they would never leave.

Or,abandon me for who I am.
I think about it,silently sobbing in 2 AM.
A scream very silent,you don't hear it at first.

But eventually it pierces your ears.
And you realise what you had done wrong.
You try to help and it doesn't take long.

But not everyone is that way.
For I have met people who laugh at that.
Not showing respect,blind as a bat.

Like a vampire that can't walk into sunlight.
Or else you would scream.
And you will feel all the pain I have been.

Because karma is coming your way.
And it will book a room in the hotel of your memories and stay.