Lexi Klein Portfolio

The kind that’s light
A sweet baby pink
It laughs and squeals
And closes with a sweet wink

Although it could be another kind
Ripe and ready
Like a peachy first love
That’s never steady

Or maybe it’s more a kind of mauve
Simple and demure 
Settling down in your heart
Muted yet secure

Possibly the opposite
The kind that’s unapologetically loud
Like a burst of fireworks
Bold and proud

Even an orangy one
Mistaken for a pink
Would you sell your soul,
Just because it looks good in ink?

Please don’t do that.

Since there might be 
The one you never saw coming
It turns all the black and white and greys
To smooth coloring

That’s my favorite kind.
It’s the deepest of shades
Warm and full
It never fades

The kind that’s rosy
Constantly blossoming
“Hold me close,” I’d whisper
Because these petals
Are never falling