sometimes, my days are yellow, they're
as yellow as the bright sun in the sky,
as yellow as someone's heart on their wedding day
today is one of those days,
the sun was shining throughout the house,
my mind was full of sunflowers,
my heart was a garden of daisies
even though at some points today
i saw a dark red and thorned rose,
i still associate today with yellow
and even then,
i can still say that my life is a garden
some parts of it have dark flowers,
others have bright,
and some others are just a dull blue,
but being able to call my life a garden is pretty incredible.
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poetic keeper
Poetrysome poems and short stories that will probably range from happy to sad to depressed in one big rollercoaster ride of emotions
