.y el l o w.
something
makes my eyes
shine with unshed tears.
i think that it's the promises
of ineffable happiness
that are brought with the
rise of a new day.
even now, the sun peeks
out from behind my
veil of burning orange,
filling me with false hopes
and temporary joy
that would only plummet
downwards with the
genesis of the night.
yellow is deceptive,
as you'll learn.
you'll learn
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Poetry|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended
