There's a million words I'd never like to say
but the strange thing is I don't flinch at your name
and the problem is, from the very moment we met
I knew that it was something I'd want to take back
so it couldn't be your name, had to be your eyes
the deal with the devil at his wink and his pretty lies
I wish it was something as simple
as a name that made me sick
but it's a smiple, meaningless word
that your parents picked
YOU ARE READING
Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...