Lavender

It was an Easter Egg
The sugar ones, you know
Of pastels and smells of the past
I held it in my hand
I looked at it
With one eye closed
And the other exposed
Close, so very close
And my eye just explodes
With a longing and a hope
For the thing that I hold
In my small little hand
with all of my hope
It’s a simple hue of some red and some blue
But to me it’s much more than just a pure simple hue
It’s my lavender