Yellows

The past was pain.

The future is sane.

The past was me in cowardice.

The future is me all courageous, gone.

And when you ask me, of my yellows,

why those hellos were quite enough

to make me fall so mad in love,

ask yourself the contrary question:

is it really so hard 

for you to imagine your worth?

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