When I look at the sun
I see her
Smiling and shining so bright,
When I open my box of paint
I always spot the yellow color first,
I use it often
Making it almost empty,
I see sunflowers and she's my first thought
They're bright and as lovely as she is,
As tall as her too
Her name is decorated by yellow hearts on each side,
She once said her favorite color is yellow
I've never forgotten
For I see her
In every drop of yellow I come across
A/N- Not much to say this time other than I hope you still enjoy reading.
~Conner
YOU ARE READING
Always
PoetryJust some of my free flowing poetry I write from time to time when the feeling strikes. Some of it is older like by a few years, but I hope you enjoy seeing my progress.
