Pink
today feels like pinkness.
pink is girly and pretty,
two things i am not.
grapefruit is reddish/pink
and so is a pig.
piglets are cute,
but they are just as stinky
as pigs.
pink balloons can float up to space,
where astronauts will pop them
and listen to them cry out
the little pink secrets
we blew into them
when they were just young.
lips are full of pink.
they make pink pouts
and pink kisses.
teenagers curse in their lips,
and adults curse their teenagers.
pink is a heart,
but not a real heart.
those are red and blue
and don't break as easy.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016
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