Cranberry Purple

I miss when my bedroom walls were purple. 

Cranberry purple, to be specific. 

I was young, 

and moving into my new bedroom 

while my sister stayed in the one next to it. 

We decided to paint the room's walls 

since my parents were moving into the larger room. 

Going to the store into the paint section, 

looking at all the different colors that could be the color of my walls forever, 

I remember not being sure what I wanted as I didn't know how to make up my mind. 

Sometimes I still don't. 

After minutes, I chose something that was similar to purple, as it's one of my favorite colors. 

Cranberry purple is what I chose. 

Its shade really made the vibe better. 

It felt like something I could live in. 

The color didn't hurt my eyes, wasn't too bright,

and it went well with the berrywood carpet. 

My mother and I painted the walls together, 

a little paint got on the floor. 

It was okay, though, since it was my room. 

It was cleanable. 

Until it wasn't. 

Now the color's all gone, 

gone white, and painted over. 

Even the two windows are just one now,

makes everything seem off.

All those memories are fading away, 

but they still stick in my brain,

and it brings me pain.

How could it have turned out this way?

I miss its color.

It brought me comfort,

and now it's just white.

All I see now is white,

and my current bedroom walls,

they have no color either,

it's like 50 shades of gray up here.

Cranberry purple.

A color close to my favorite,

when I don't have a favorite,

at least I don't anymore.

Cranberry purple.

I grew up with that color,

and I wish it could stay

a little longer.