Pastel Patches

Pastel patches on her elbows.
Pastel patches on her sleeves.
Pastel patches on her waist.
Pastel patches around her hem.

She was just a raggedy girl.
Born in the raggedy side of town.
She had no new clothes.
And she never would.

Her clothes were patched in pastels.
Pale yellows.
Washed out blues.
Pinked out reds
Flowers that had faded away.

She was a patched up girl.
She would never be bright yellows.
Royal blues.
Scorching reds.
Flowers that looked bright, brand new.

But I couldn’t look away from her.
I couldn’t stop thinking of her.
I couldn’t help looking for her every single day.

Looking always forward to seeing her
And the pastel patches on her elbows.
Pastel patches on her sleeves.
Pastel patches on her waist.
Pastel patches around her hem.

December 2019 Writing Prompts

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