At times when I am lost, you always find me.
I know that I love you, but you love me more in theory.
You know me from head to toe,
and things about myself that I did not know.


You are my yellow, and I am your blue
Now, how can I love someone like you?
I’ve given you tons of reasons to leave, yet you stayed.
Telling me those reasons were not enough to keep you away.


Your love for me was certain.
To the point, everyone can still see it even if I close the curtains.
You have memorized every inch of me,
thank you for loving me genuinely.

We may not understand each other all the time,  
but we never fail to make each other smile.
I love you, I really do.
Thank you for being my yellow whenever I’m feeling blue.

Yellow is indeed my favorite color.
Yellow is someone I truly adore.
To my yellow, where are you now?
I’m trying to be happy without you, but I don’t know how.

Endangered bird
Shy, beautiful with sweet song
Bright yellow color

Shell ✨🐚

It was always the eyes
The ones that captured my attention
But yours
Were like no other
The warm honey
And the forest floor
I felt so at peace
You were my yellow

Your name on Yellow

Labeled biohazardous

I drank like Alice

"You are a breath of fresh air."  He said
     in a way that was unlike the way
                                   the others had put it.
"You are new air and new earth and
                                   you are the words that have not yet been
written.”
                            “ You are the beginning and the ending of
                                              a story that could never again be told.
You are as fresh as the rising sun and the winds that
                                         welcome it sweetly across the horizon.”
And somehow I do not feel reborn when
                                                               I am around you. It is like you are
                                                                           the
                                                           reincarnation
                                                   of some great ancient being, and
                   I am trapped behind the illusion that I am unique.
                                                My memories trapped inside a forgotten rebirth.
My words trapped behind
                                                pale yellow teeth, as if they are gravestones
                     challenging me that if I did speak,
                                                                    it would be the death of me.