My love for pink can neither be uttered not be expressed.
It can only be typed with my close eyes.
After having it's glance, I remain mocked.
It is only pink that make me shocked.
Pink, pink and only pink.
I don't know why I like it so much.
Like the functioning of a ship needs a sailor,
In the same way I need pink after my failure.
Pink wipes away my tears,
when I feel something like a fear.
I feel gorgeous after wearing pink,
it supports me when I face a kink.
When I get upset I see the walls of my room.
That makes me smile and I forget the gloom.
Now a query arises in my mind
which will actually make you kind.
The way pink appears
shall ever be disappears?
Now I don't care
as I am it's lover.
©indubutola
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