Millions [Poetry]

grin of yellow fear

grin of yellow fear

september23twenty18

you'll be the death of me.

knowingly never should have fallen, round in circles, dizzy hoping maybe if.

but still death's holding, guilt standing by - apple of my heart's closed eyes. but one's got ears, and always learned to listen close.

so I'll fall further - it would be happening without the addition of sarcastic seranade. of course, I'll always be listening and never receiving.

maybe not. but it'd be foolish to hope, as especially my heart is one that is doomed in every skipped beat.

it can't be true, I promised blue, but I'm speckled yellow and I'm afraid. because of the surprising weakness, the endless longing, the tears stuffed down inside this hollow tomb.

afraid that the earthquake's got hold, that my love's gone cold -

of course that'll never be.

but still I fear this yellow shade, its smiles and attempts to boil me over. even if they make me feel like I'm not still growing colder.