Freshly implored,
Blushed cheeks form
With the Sight of a Whisper

Captivating
Rose Tinted Lips
That Turned
Even the most sinful of Petals Pure

For she was his Pink Lemonade
And her color had been Poured
Into my veins

Obilivity was Unfortunately
An added factor towards
Her Endearment Though

And for her
Lavender and Lemonade seemed
The Quintessential Combination

But Liliac Tranquility turned deceitful
The violet was veined Blue

And soon the only Pink Left
Was leaking from My Essence
And slowly being Sucked Up
Through an Immoral Straw

© Willows