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I have never stood accused of a sunny disposition yellow doesn't linger in my eyes see the starkness of the darkness glare at the plastered happiness smirking What gives this paint such power? What warmth is mixed among the chemical reaction? With in my mind I feel daisy meadows burning in yellow petals of white caught in the breeze shivering stems of green Banana skin skies haloed in sunshine kisses brighten the world with a joyless disposition In my room, the walls bleed the same yellowy and rusty I'm mocked by an optimistic face reflecting in the shadow of my yellow walls Will the irony fade?
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
The irony of a yellow room
I have never stood accused of a sunny disposition yellow doesn't linger in my eyes see the starkness of the darkness glare at the plastered happiness smirking What gives this paint such power? What warmth is mixed among the chemical reaction? With in my mind I feel daisy meadows burning in yellow petals of white caught in the breeze shivering stems of green Banana skin skies haloed in sunshine kisses brighten the world with a joyless disposition In my room, the walls bleed the same yellowy and rusty I'm mocked by an optimistic face reflecting in the shadow of my yellow walls Will the irony fade?
I had a yellow room growing up and I was often a sad kid and hated my walls they seemed to mock my moods.
#yellow#irony#stuck#alone#regrets
Lahkeesha
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Lahkeesha
36/F/Wisconsin
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
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