I watched him
Who laughed among friends,
A friend to all with a joke to tell,
Yet the laughter dies
Upon his lips
At my entrance.
Maybe yellow hair would send a message to fox.
Stay away from this burning flare.
His sudden attraction was returned with a breeze,
Igniting whilst falling flat upon lungs and ribs.
Uninspiring. Unimaginative. Uncreative.
Perhaps I was to blame
In this mellow lack of interest from me.
I had tried to love but this fox was too drawn
Towards the colour.
Maybe yellow was a mistake.
A fox crawls across night-shadowed gardens,
And the sight makes me itch.
Crawling up my spine,
A shuddering shiver of fear
Is summed up with a realisation.
Yellow was a mistake.
I watched him choke on a laugh,
Watching,
Smirk set with determination.
I know now I need the yellow of a sun to
Drive my fox away.
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about a boy, who stared a little too much...
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