Purple Prose from Perfect View by Dan Krochmal

Say, these things that we say,
But I don’t remember why they’re phrased that way.

‘Cause we’re more,
Than sweet metaphor,
But you run, and you hide,
Like you’re stuck in a dream,
Just say what you mean this time.

Purple prose,
These words go nowhere,
We both know,
This truth we don’t share.
Out loud, I wanna shout it out.

Stay,
I want you to stay,
I don’t care if I’m allowed to say.

New ground,
We’ve been dancing around,
You’re the best thing I know,
I don’t want you to go,
There’s a river that wants to flow out.

Purple prose,
These words go nowhere,
We both know,
This truth we don’t share.
Out loud, I wanna shout it out.

Sidewalk talk won’t take you far,
Maybe to the local bar,
Come inside and tell me something real.

Purple prose,
These words go nowhere,
Hard to pull this love from thin air,
But now, but now,
I wanna shout it out,
I wanna shout it out.

Won’t you scream it loud?
Won’t you scream it loud?

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