Stop writing sad love poems. It used to make you feel better, a quick temporary pick me up for the minutes before you fall asleep so you no longer had a soggy side of a pillow to flip over before you could breathe...
By Miki Lancaster6 years ago in Poets
I associate him with the color yellow. He’s my yellow smiley face bumper sticker, the flowers in my hair, a rubber duck floating in my bathtub. Yellow is the color of happiness and that’s what he is, the reason for my laugh and my smile.