~Once Loved~

Pink

I feel pink.

Soft, small, fragile, and breakable.

I hate pink, I feel weak and vulnerable like I need someone to hold me in there arms and whisper sweet thoughts in my ear.

I don't feel my age when i'm pink, instead of being sad and stressed I turn young and... pink.

It's 12:00 pm and all I want is to be cuddled.