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.