the classic turned cliché
by my generation of not gen z but definitely not millennials
your yellow hue is my only constant joy
when they leave they always take the light
yet you remain
face to the sky
craning
tall with everlasting love for the sun
teach me devotion
teach me blind trust
remind me of the happy
shining through to my soul
i don't care that you've become all too tacky
because you see my mum and i
we used to grow you
in a long thick row
stalks taller than we are
i used to admire your bright yellow
i lost you like i lost my happy
and maybe that's where it all went wrong
my mental health died with you
gone with the first frost that fall
how metaphorical and dramatic
when someone says they dislike you
i agree
don't want to sound like all of those tumblr instagram girls
ignore the voice yelling at me for
putting down my joy
i bought the seeds and the soil yet
find myself procrastinating your homecoming
we'll meet again some day old friend
