I Miss My Yellow
Red tears,
And black filled fears,
Of all the harrowing years,
I held in my diseased heart.
Does my excruciating soul even know?
How deep my self pity flows?
How much my torture grows?
When will my yellow really start?
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment