Dear yellow
When I was little I would call you wellow
I don't know why I stopped liking you
I realize now that I was just hiding from the happiness you bring
You are the color of sunflowers, the color that the sun makes when cast upon walls, you are the color of the warmth we feel when drinking our favorite drink.
You are happiness and I was avoiding you
But now that I've seen you once more, I'm sorry
I love yellow once more
YOU ARE READING
Combination Of Letters
Short StoryDo you like random short poems that aren't normal poems? Do you like to read about the hardships in life? Well Here you go?
