a yellow poem

My heart shaped box is feeling yellow
as yellow as its steel face
as yellow as golden passages of a layed down dream
as yellow as a glass of sour milk
as a sunny afternoon
as the fields of rye in the summer's heat
(I get so tired when I think...)

Curious how a colour can be so joyful
and so plain
yellow
When all seems rather usual and boring or exciting
a colour should give one the water it needs
(not as in plants, otherwise it would be green!)
and yellow certainly makes a difference!

All of this just to say
that allthough it doesn't rhyme
yellow
(even though it may not be always like this)
yellow
(I mean – there are so many colours in the rainbow, isn't that right Ms. Jones?)
yellow
has the strenght of a poem
yellow
has the power of a will
yellow
the lust of velvet
(yellow, of course, don't be childish)
the yellowishness of yellow

And don't worry
(have you ever?...)
my heart shaped box will get over it
And so will yellow

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NPAF