Ah, More of my demented poetry…. This one is supposed to be from Mimi (02) to the rest of the Digi-destined. My own take on why she moved to America. I don't own Digimon….*sweatdrop*
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"Pink"

You know, there's a saying that goes "she's so goth, she's the pink of goth."

I first heard it when I moved to New York.

Damn them; damn them for giving me this "Crest"

In a world where either you have something or you don't…

It's torture to be given a gift, just to have it taken away

"I want to move" I told them.

"But princess…why?"

"Because everything is pink here, it's too bright!" I say.

No, it's not that it was bright

Pink was sincere, you saw it…if it was there

Now black, that's a perfect color

Even if it wasn't there

There's still nothing

And nothing, is usually black

Even if it's gone, you hardly know.

I'd rather not be able to tell

Than really fathom the sincerity of it all

Yet I couldn't escape the pink, even then

"It's a lovely color, princess."

"No, pink tells the truth…"