LYDIA PURPLE
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Talks about nature colored by people
Lydia Purple was Taken for granted
By People that knew her whose views
were all slanted
Writing for a daily drinking apple tea
Lydia Pretending she is free
Living a lonely a view from her Window
She Keeps to herself
And Peeks through her Keyhole
At the end of her first year her walls
were all painted
She wrote to her lover who never existed
Writing for a daily,drinking apple tea
Lydia prentending she is free
Singing softly, she can't tell time
She's adjourned by the land she sees
By the close of her third year,she talked
To her Mirror
And the questions were clever, The words
were much clearer
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Talks about nature colored by people