Pink is the color of innocence
A soft blanket
Protecting a young girl
From the reality
Of a harsh world
Pink is the color of
A summer sunset
Of strawberry wine
On the bank of a river
As the hazy afternoon
Faded away
Along with an innocence
She would no longer hold
Roses should be
Filled with beauty and love
Shining with a purity
No longer known
Instead,
They're withered and dead
Stripped and exposed
To the hate
Of the world
Pink feels like strength
A stong hand
On your shoulder
Pink is courage
Reality unknown
Pink should feel comforting
But it smells of acid fear
Looks dirty and worn
Pink should taste of happiness
But it sounds
Like the cries
Of a broken heart
