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Yellow, how are you my guy?
You would say in that singsong voice,
Wearing your yellow pants as usual,
Beaming that sunshine smile of yours.
You would run down the graveyards of yellows,
Blowing yellow dandelions on my face,
Making me sneeze it back your way,
And sketching the sun down my skin,
For you are yellow and happiness you give,
You would catch my nightmares and lend me pretty ones,
Sometimes, I even mistaken you,
That you have yellow golden skin,
And at times you burn me with your touch,
Typical yellows, I don't think I ever saw you blue,
Until you turned your back on me after you smiled,
For me to see the blue blood you bled from behind,
You caught my scars and bad dreams,
Suffering in my place, my yellow I promise,
I'd be a yellow for you too and erase those blues.
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"For a certain someone who wears yellow pants and greets me yellow, you never fail to make me smile..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
