Pink the first blush of spring
Pink flowers decorating graves
Perfectly pristine pink perfume
Held in hands with prissy pink nails
Pink is suffocating perfection and peer-pressure
Pink is love without end
Pink is the sign of battle scars
Pink is high expectations high up in the clouds
Pink peach pie served with pink lemonade
Perfect summer picnic
Pink is perfection and nothing less
Pink cotton candy coated memories
Trying to hold to those is like pinning down a cloud
So are you to the Pink's challenge?
To walk down pink cotton candy lane?
Are you sure?
Cause, Pink is a prison with no escape.
If you are feeling daring, dig out a grave.