I always hated that color.
It adorned your bedroom,
where I lost my innocence.
I remember that night.
I realized just what it meant to crave.
In the end, I am well-aware that
you used me.
All those pink accessories
were little bits of faux virtue,
little lies meant to make me believe.
What am I now? Who am I?
I know the answer, though I
often pretend I don't.
I hate you for kissing me first.
I hate you for making my thighs ache,
and my emotions turbulent,
and my face go pink.
I always hated that color.
Author notes
Prompt: Pink
I really do hate that damned color.
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LOL steve used 3 of "
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yeah, he does that. lol.
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I like how you started out with a flseh colored color and then focused your way to a pink color.
The poem flowed nice, and I can feel the emotion and anger and hurt in this.
Thanks for entering
- Blue
beauty
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Very sad piece, but you did very well. Thank you for entering.


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I didn't know you hated the color pink
Hm...That is good to know
Very nice job on the poem. I wish you the best of luck in the contest although you certainly won't need it 
-Steve-

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