Life is nothing but a rainbow,
Nothing but a simple mixing *** of pigment,
But you,
You were my color.
You were my yellow.
You were the yellow bees buzzing in my stomach,
Fluttering, tickling my throat
You were my yellow
The bright yellow lightning bolt in my rainstorm,
Lighting up my grey skies,
Kindling my soul
You were my yellow,
My yellow gold nugget,
The only thing that gives me value,
The only thing to treasure,
To hold
You were my yellow,
The yellow sun pressed against my face,
The collision between my skin and your warmth,
Calming my mind,
Comforting my soul,
But now,
My yellow is gone,
And everything is cold,
Everything is grey
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
Life is nothing but a rainbow,
Nothing but a simple mixing *** of pigment,
But you,
You were my color.
You were my yellow.
You were the yellow bees buzzing in my stomach,
Fluttering, tickling my throat
You were my yellow
The bright yellow lightning bolt in my rainstorm,
Lighting up my grey skies,
Kindling my soul
You were my yellow,
My yellow gold nugget,
The only thing that gives me value,
The only thing to treasure,
To hold
You were my yellow,
The yellow sun pressed against my face,
The collision between my skin and your warmth,
Calming my mind,
Comforting my soul,
But now,
My yellow is gone,
And everything is cold,
Everything is grey
