from yellow to red

from yellow to red

A Poem by lostnstars

the bravest soul told me he's weak
counts from one to ten, then a flick
don't ever forget to bring your umbrella
or you'll get soaked all the way to manila

from a player zero, still is a hero;
"zero plus anything is a world,
forgiving one note as it goes,
then another." (Hirshfield, 1953)

you're no fiction book anyone could buy,
nor a free vending machine type of guy
if echoes start bringing down your name,
i'd still be listening to you just the same

tonight, all quiet down from the screams
tomorrow, i will ask about your dreams
hoping you'll never say, "pitch black"
there's still a feeling, never a lack

from my yellow to your red heart,
people say it's just some art
or simple colors just changing
but we're already rekindling

you choose to decide on starting a brand new day
and not letting whispered pessimism get in your way
when my feeling's odd, you always got fast eyes
assuring ones not to cry, let them see the skies

your inner demons won't ever hurt you
they just want to test your patience too
you said you're scared of being forgotten and free
but baby i already carved your name on an olive tree

i will always don't mind you sleeping on me
'cause you'd be dreaming of the tenerife sea
the start of something that will surely heal,
and finally getting sense of something real

© 2019 lostnstars


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Added on July 25, 2019
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