yellow.
it reminded me of
that one coldplay song
that he would always sing to me.
he would sing of the yellow stars
and how they'd shine a brilliant yellow
for me.
i never agreed with him.
but i liked that he felt
like such a warm
and beautiful colour
deserved to be associated
with an un-yellow person
such as myself.
i loved the colour yellow
because it reminded me
of his yellow hair
and yellow attitude
and yellow personality.
he was always
the positive one.
the smiling one.
the happy one.
he was the yellow one.
he was the one
that the brilliant yellow stars
would shine their brilliant yellow light for.
not for me.
eventually
we drifted apart
and then i was
even un-yellow-er
than i ever was
before.
but he never noticed.
and i found,
worryingly enough,
that i didn't mind
so much
as i would've done
if i had become
un-yellow-er
just a few months earlier.
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rainbow // lrh
Fanfiction"and i kept going back to the boy that reminded me of the rainbow" --- short little side story/poetry you may potentially want to read
