Yellow Mess


Crimson red roses, a blush, a kiss on the cheek

A flirtatious wink, a nervous peek

Blood rushing, intense heart beats

Counting seconds, for the wait to end 

The revelation behind the curtain, the mystery 

Long lasting illusion, wiped away for once 

Yellow sunflowers, light, something bright

Loosening the grip of the fingers, moving forward to touch 

To understand, to feel or even believe 

The yellow mess

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