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Jun 2019
If yellow was a feeling I think it would be like my memories of you.
How young and bold we were and how we believed that love was true.
Before the world convinced us life is war.
Before you had to go and leave my heart sore.
Yellow is freshmen year in coffee shops.
Inside jokes, and soda pops.
Laughing on your bed room floor.
Car conversations even more.
I miss you desperately dear, but I do not despair when you’re not here, because my yellow memories out shine the blue and I just remember how I love you.
Written by
Paige  23/F
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