when i first asked,
people used to tell me
about how love
was supposed to feel like“it's warm and soft,”
they said with a smile.
“like a mother's touch
and the feel of home.”and one day, i met you
i realized it, then and there
but what i felt was
nothing like they had saidit was the cold air
the one i felt at night
while watching the stars
by the window sideit was the wonder i had
seeing the shapes in the sky
and how the connecting lines
could leave me with a sighit was the hope i had
finding the early light
coming from the sunshine
and the chirping of lifeand then i knew i loved you
because the way you lived,
the way you were,
and the way you lovedwere nothing like being
lost or alone
nothing like the fragments
of my broken home
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yellow [poetry]
Poetryyellow : (adj.) a color usually associated with happiness, joy "you make my day a beautiful rising sun with yellow streaks of warmth and love" « poetry book, mar 2, 2019 - ongoing »