Yellow wasn’t always my favourite colour, but I once read that Vangogh swallowed yellow paint in an effort to know happiness;
      so I chose to be that for people.
You could chew me up and spit me back out and I’d still shine for you.

But when the skies are overcast,
and the clouds weep;
and you hear the thunder roll in,
I’ll be the yellow paint you swallow.
Only this time, the happiness stays,
and you don’t have to cut your ear off
in order to win my heart.

I may be my own yellow now, but I’ll be the colour of sunshine for you too.

When you sit & nonchalantly beam
it is such an enchanted scene;
oh you,
you'd turn a grey sky walk into a sunshine mile,
with your here,
with your smile.

When the birds are singing tomorrow
While the sun is entering my room,
I'll wake up with water surrounding my place
But once I inhale and exhale,
Bet that I'll win every race.

Even if the dirt wants to dirt me,
Let it be, because I'm standing straight
And my eyes are now awake
From my heaviness sleep
And I'm fully ready to face everything.

Crinkled up yellow petals

Into a teardrop blossom

Layers and layers of sunshine beauty

Held tightly into a bud

Opening and closing

To the rhythm that is day

Sweetness emanating

From the seed

Germinating

Pollinating

To grow the love that is

-- A rose (yellow)

There’s some sunshine left on the grass.
I pocket it, and hope it lasts.

I had always dreamed about finally meeting my prince
he would glide into my life ever so effortlessly
right around chapter 12 
because he knew he belonged in my storybook

I would know him
not by his sunshine-filled laugh
nor by his passionate dreams,
but ultimately one thing would give him away,
his heart

because when I listened close
I heard the melody
to the song ive been dancing to since chapter 1