So- I literally made a poem about Yellow's gay panic for Tied. In my sleep. Subconsciously. I was like "woah that's a good poem" BECAUSE IT WAS and then I realized that I made that up. It was my dream, after all.
This is set in first person, from Yellow's POV. It's hard to tell with a poem- especially poems, which are hard to express literally anything with.
It may not be the best, but I just had to post this. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
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a few months ago
when you ran into my life
it was impossible to predict
you'd always be by my side
and though you broke into my shop
at 1:04 am
and i had to just endure you
you never ever ran
positive attitude
shining through the roof
mine? so negative
but you always laugh it through
because you were always there
no matter how i was
held me when i needed it
i never knew you would
it was
i m p o s s i b l e
to predict
you'd always be by my side
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