yellow
You took the color yellow from me
I did not know you could do that
Now that its gone it is all I can see
How even did you do you do that?
Now evey time I notice it, its all part of the past
it was a trash truck, he was your son
how could you be careless with something so precious and so bright
Now that you've killed the color there seems to be no source of natural light
The color yellow wanted to be an astronat and play volleyball
did you ever think of that?
Now he's sitting in a hospital bed, barely able to use his mind
the brightness is turning into mustard as the curtains close on a beautiful life.
I hope you're proud of youself
I hope it was worth it
You took the color away from all of us and now we are stuck with shades
of blues and reds and purples
Because You
took away yellow
How could you do that?
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