a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

yellow

i regret asking you
what your favorite colors was.

because now all i see is you
in my favorite one.

i used to paint my nails yellow,
hoping you'd take a look at me.
silly, i know.

dandelions that bloom from the ground
brush my legs as i walk home,
still thinking of a response to what you said
to me many moons ago.

i never see your smile anymore,
i bet it's still brighter than the sun.

i still paint my nails yellow,
just incase i ever run into you.
though i know you'd never change your mind.