there is a toddler in a pink blanket,
full of innocence.
the girl in the blue blanket,
shivers under its nonexistent warmth and love.
the teen in the red blanket,
knows nothing but the red teardrops.
the boy in the black and purple blanket,
longs only for his father's fists to stop.
the man in the pink, white and blue blanket,
is supported, and now loved by his mother.
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Dejected; Poems
PoesiaDejected: Sad and dispirited Just poems that I write in my free time. Slow updates cause I'm not in a poem mood right now.
