Yellow is a soul so soothing and true, someone so close to me that their slightest of sighs make me wanna change the world for them. You’re as blissful, as charming as the Morningstar. You’re a sin so delicious that I wanna commit with every breath; with every breath you feel closer.
You’re the lyrics to one of the most beautiful songs, you exist in the gaps of the song, where the singer takes pauses to breathe, and I breathe you.
Not everything can be put in peachy words and expect people to be in awe with it. Some things can only be admired by eyes, and oh the way I see you, I admire you, perhaps you’re the truest of the feelings, truest of the words.
”Think not of this as mere words,
For ‘tis my heart and mind I lay bare for you
For I be your admirer amidst the coldplay
And you,
To be my forever muse—”
You’re my Yellow, you’re my Golden.
