Yellow

Yellow, were the flowers that you brought to my door the day you congratulated me on gaining a new job and love Yellow, was the dress you helped me carefully in to introduce me to some of the most important people in your life Yellow, was the wine I sipped as I cheered you on from the sidelines Yellow, was the light reflected in the room where you asked me to be yours Yellow, was the dress you unzipped as you laid me down and held me for the first time Yellow, was the jumper you gave me to keep me warm the night we talked about our future Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture which caused me doubt Yellow, were the lights that blinded me into believing everything you had ever told me yellow, was the wine you poured when you said you were sorry Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture which caused me doubt Yellow, were the earrings I wore when you said you would fight for us Yellow, was the sun as we drove towards the end of your promises Yellow, was the room I found your skeletons locked away Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture that caused me doubt Yellow, was the jumper I folded and gave you back Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture that caused me doubt Yellow, was the glass that shattered and cut my foot Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture that caused me doubt Yellow, was the wine I sipped when you said you would fight for us Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture that caused me doubt Yellow, was the messages I found of your indiscretions Yellow, was the dress she wore in the picture that caused me doubt Yellow, is the dress I wear like the picture of her in conviction