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.
Every day, I sit and stare
at you talking about what others consider nonsense.
I'd call you a wordsmith,
Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue.
I hunch in the corner of the group,
I came to sit by you everyday,
Listening to your laugh,
Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,
Knowing you don't feel the same.
my heart was ripped apart in seconds
and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.
those stitches won't stay
just like I know you won't.
you leave the conversations like deer,
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The good times will come again, I promise.
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