Violet

YouDontHaveToTrySoHard

If all you wanted was to color me in

Then lay your pencils aside

I am not an outline from your sister's coloring page

Waiting to be painted in by your clumsy hands

In your favorite shades of soft blues and cheerful yellows

I am the deep violet that flashes through the evening sky as you blink

And the millions of colors in between, for which no pencil exists

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