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Mostly, Joy is Yellow.
Joy is bright but not overbearing.
Joy is the warmth after freshly baked bread.
It is where you turn to
whenever your skin starts to burn.
It is when you fall after a laughing fit.
Joy is the relief after a high fever.
That's what Joy is to everyone else.
Here, yellow is draining.
Proud and narcissistic.
Cold as well as insecure.
Comforting and overbearing.
Controlling yet distant.
Quick to critique but never honest.
Yellow is the pain in your throat
after yelling back and forth.
It is the cries of children in your arms.
It is when you try to keep quiet whilst sobbing.
Yellow is the accusations.
Yellow never listened.
The start of the fall.
And then, I found the sun.
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Mélange
PoëzieCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.
