yellow,
my dearest yellow,
i know we have been in a bitter-sweet relationship for a while now
yes, i have been distracted
distracted with the hues of blue
distracted with dancing to the goldens of some brewed beer
distracted while trying to find a little comfort in his arms
but believe me
every night i open my curtains just a little bit
to wake up to the warmth of your color
yellow,
forgive me,
for i treated you as yet another of my worn-out jeans
unlike the daffodils who peaks at your rays
yellow,
the truth is, i am afraid
afraid if i will ever be half as bright as you are
afraid of who i might be if no one accepts me
but then again i question if i accept myself
you are a handle i can't seem to turn anymore
that is when i remembered
even as the crimson whispers of the cold wind
into the yellow red and brown
inciting the autumn fire
you embraced it
even in transit, you loved yourself
and i think somewhere i did too
you allowed yourself time to heal
and fell in love with each wave that came rushing back
you reminded me that nature's first green is gold
yellow,
i know i should have been around like you always did
you were the perfect dawn -
a promising and optimistic next day, next year
believe me, there is a tear on every page i write to you
or when i wrote to you
so not for one second think that i have no love left for you
yellow,
forgive me, for having boxed my love for you
for now, i know there is no end to our story
i promise to carry you with me
in my memories
i promise to carry you with me
and paint the town yellow.....
......for our story is just beginning......
Inspired by 'Yellow' - Saumya Kala
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