yellow

An ode to my yellow

Whose smile outshines that of even Helen of Troy's and could easily launch not one thousand but a million ships

My yellow

Who burns so bright that the sun feels dull and insecure in comparison

My yellow

Is sweet and kind

And they’re so them that they don’t even know they're my yellow

My sun and my stars

My universe and my world

The reason I wear seatbelts now

And try to see the light at the end of the very long and dark tunnel

The reason I can laugh and smile

And it doesn’t feel like a chore

The reason I see the world in color

Instead of the monotone hues

My yellow

I have so much to thank them for

As without them

My beautiful yellow

My skies would be dull and grey 

My heart black

An ode to my yellow

Thank you.

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authors note:

I despise the color yellow, but the phrase is for someone who turns your life around, a light in the dark of existence. I have met my yellow and I adore them with everything in me, they truly are my sun and stars, my moon in the darkest night, and the thing that keeps me going.