yellow
i had asked you what your favourite flower was; it was not no bright red of a rose. it was not yet a moody purple, fragile tulip.
but intently and sharply you had picked me a yellow, simple; dandelion.
when i had asked why, you looked at me with desire and simply said, "i think yellow is so underrated."
she made my heart feel yellow.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
