Forsaken soul [stupid poetry]

this is a poem from school. [suck -ish sorry] but im bored so yea


If loneliness was a color
it would be violet
as confusing as the dark skies

if violet was a taste
it would be as bitter as licorice

if violet was a feeling
it would be sour as the night time breeze

if violet was a sound
it would be as silent as your words.

By Rebecca Lynn Turner

That's pretty deep.

I like it.