this is a purple poem, not really a story xd

but here

Purple is the field of flowers

in the soft sunlight.

Purple is the blanket, soft and

calm as you lay in bed at night.

Purple is the twilight sky as the

sun sets over the horizon.

Purple is love, as it floats on

soft lilac wings.

Purple is your memories,

tucked away safe.

Purple is the plants on a vine,

almost ripe, it's almost time.

Purple is words, many different

kinds, sweet calm and reassuring.

Purple is sneaky, it hides

at night, but in the day, it glows

real bright.

Purple is a story, long

and sweet, happy and sad, many times.

Purple is the wind on a Summer's day,

Purple is lots every day.

i made this... um four years ago xd