Pink
Pink tastes like the first star burst from the
bag.
Pink is the color of my cheeks when I’m playing
in the soft, white snow.
Pink has a sad story to tell.
Pink is like a soft, warm hand rubbing your back
when you are sad.
Pink is a guardian angel, watching over you while
you asleep.
Pink is like a friend who can always be trusted.
A shoulder to cry on while you are sad and lonely.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.07.2010

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