It's the colour of little flowers in a field
It's the colour of the old easter dress in the back of my closet
It's the colour of princess sneakers most four year old girls stomp to get the little lights to flash
It's the colour of innocent dreams kept by six year olds
It's the colour of the marker I wrote this with
It's the colour that I used to say was my favorite, but can't anymore
It's the colour of my two favorite nail polishes that I always ruin as I paint it
It's the colour that I put on my cheeks to show more happiness because I can't show enough
It's the colour I feel when I twirl in a dress and the
skirts fly up around my knees
It's the colour I wish I could be, young, innocent, stupid, carefree, laughing with friends on the play ground on a spring day, getting small flowers from the boy in my first grade class, who says he likes when I wear my princess light up shoes
It's a colour I want to call "ME"
It's the colour that surrounds my mind when all I can think about is something that I thought was cute
It's the colour behind my eyes when stories that I want to write keep my mind from shutting down and sleeping
It's not the colour that graces my lips during the day, but in the morning when the day is fresh and I have yet to see the world
It's not the colour I wish to be, it's the colour i'm going to strive to be
Pink cheeks, Pink light up shoes, Pink skirts, Pink drawings on the walls, Pink flowers in a field of green, Pink dreams, Pink nails I always ruin, Pink markers and crayons, Pink hair I had before everything went down hill
Pink was the colour of my innocence and i'm going to get it back
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
It's the colour of little flowers in a field
It's the colour of the old easter dress in the back of my closet
It's the colour of princess sneakers most four year old girls stomp to get the little lights to flash
It's the colour of innocent dreams kept by six year olds
It's the colour of the marker I wrote this with
It's the colour that I used to say was my favorite, but can't anymore
It's the colour of my two favorite nail polishes that I always ruin as I paint it
It's the colour that I put on my cheeks to show more happiness because I can't show enough
It's the colour I feel when I twirl in a dress and the
skirts fly up around my knees
It's the colour I wish I could be, young, innocent, stupid, carefree, laughing with friends on the play ground on a spring day, getting small flowers from the boy in my first grade class, who says he likes when I wear my princess light up shoes
It's a colour I want to call "ME"
It's the colour that surrounds my mind when all I can think about is something that I thought was cute
It's the colour behind my eyes when stories that I want to write keep my mind from shutting down and sleeping
It's not the colour that graces my lips during the day, but in the morning when the day is fresh and I have yet to see the world
It's not the colour I wish to be, it's the colour i'm going to strive to be
Pink cheeks, Pink light up shoes, Pink skirts, Pink drawings on the walls, Pink flowers in a field of green, Pink dreams, Pink nails I always ruin, Pink markers and crayons, Pink hair I had before everything went down hill
Pink was the colour of my innocence and i'm going to get it back
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