when i saw you i began to understand
why pink is a color for love
your hair was dyed a cold blue
but i certainly did not feel cold when you held my hand
when you batted those big brown eyes at me and smiled ever so innocently
my world faded to pink
and each time the hue would change
Your cheeks were pale
but mine burned a harsh pink fire
your lips were a dark rose
and oh, how did i want to taste them
but as i was floating on a pale pink cloud
i noticed you weren't seeing pink
you were seeing green
green eyes from the boy across the room
you let go of my hand and gave me a smile that was heartbreaking
because we were just friends
nothing more
and then you walked to your green paradise
and left me seeing nothing but pink
the years passed and I still see pink and walk on clouds with new girls
but I have never forgotten the girl with blue hair that saw green
a/n let me know what you think. Should I write more?
Love,
Amy
