I told him the sky was purple

He knew it was blue

But he knew that believing the sky was purple was a way inside my thoughts

Clearly seeing the sky for its TRUE colors he only wanted to see what I saw

Broken pieces scattered

I just wanted him to help me solve my puzzle

So I told him the sky was purple

As we laid under the brown tree

If only he could understand that I saw blue and a burning red

And what was really in my head

Is that I was torn in between the two

Most of my pieces were hidden in places I was afraid to return.

So next time I say the sky is purple I want you to know that’s what I see when I’m with you….