Yellow reminds me of summer,
The sun scorching into my skin.
It's always been my second favorite color,
And how happy it made me feel.
But now I think I've changed my mind,
Because green is the color that brings out my eyes.
Yellow is just the color that used to remind
Me of all the good times.
And now there are none to make me smile.
Another year is over, another year is done,
I’m still standing where you left me, stranded,
All alone in a world without you, my sun,
The ring’s still on my finger, but I’m left empty handed.
I’ve always wondered
What it’s like to be myself
Openly and honest
And not hiding behind bookshelves
Waiting for someone to see
And let me into their heart.
A guy is knocking
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
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The good times will come again, I promise.
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