Pretty In Pink

Pretty in Pink Far more pretty than anything i have ever seen before nor since Read or wrote about or underscored You are the flaming grass of winter Blowing across my neighbors lane That never feels the same To either you nor i When looking up at cloud formation Wishing we we're dreaming Of nothing and eveything forgotten That brought us to this point Because far to scared to face our future We we're far more scared to confront our past For fear of colliding on the marmalade sawdust underneath the Circus Master's Organ Scared to death of Mother scowling And whether she would tell Dad if in fact you had been good or bad These are the bygone day's Of a pretty young girl dressed in pink Dreaming of a white wedding