P for Pink Pastries

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Pink Pastries

The trays filled with pink pastries,

And many more tempting savories,

Locked inside the lovely glass case,

Brought smile and tears to her face.

'How can I get the pink pastries

At least, if not other savories',

She was thinking day and night,

Yet a plan remained out of sight.

A treat not even seen as leftover,

Always made her heart sink lower,

Yet her craving was never killed,

  It only left her upset and thrilled.

Thus she grew up in want and dreams,

Held together by painful seams,

Where pink pastries became a symbol,

Of all that made her feel terrible.