#coldandbittermornings

Yellow. That's the color I think of when thoughts of you cross my mind. Yellow, Not like sunshine spilling through my blinds on a warm spring morning when the birds are awake and singing their lonely love songs. Yellow, Not like ice cold lemonade to quench the everlasting thirst of a long hot summer full of young love and bright laughter. Yellow, Not the vibrant color leaves become in the changing autumn air when sweaters and campfires keep me warm in the night. But Yellow, Like curtains stained over the years from the gentle caress of cigarette smoke and the tainted memories of us. The same smoke that fills my lungs tonight to burn away the sound of me screaming your name from my throat.