Pink Popsicle

by trogers5


Poetry


a pink popsicle
photo creds: pixabay

Grace O’Connor ‘22

The blue in her sparkly eyes hugged the green rim in the middle

She was careless, as her only fear was if her mom would hide her favorite rose dress from her

The cloth of her dress held infinite red roses, which she wore with a gleaming smile

Her smile could cure all the sadness around her

 

She was careless, as her only fear was if her mom would hide her favorite rose dress from her

In time the simplicity and warmth of life in a young eye start to fade

Her smile could cure all the sadness around her

Before the rose-colored glasses are removed and reality bleeds through

 

In time the simplicity and warmth of life in a young eye start to fade

She no longer was protected by her own oblivion, as the strength vulnerability isolated her

Before the rose-colored glasses are removed and reality bleeds through

Bliss is now only felt in artificial ways

 

She no longer was protected by her own oblivion, as the strength vulnerability isolated her

She carried the true torment of reality around with her

Bliss is now only felt in artificial ways

She now eyes the intangible old comfort from a distance, yearning for it day by day


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