the sky is blue the sun is red

Van Gogh thought eating yellow paint would make him happy; I thought you were my yellow paint.

you’re toxic to taste, but when put to paper, you produce a painting of the perfect sunflower, hang you above my bed to brighten my days

Had a dream you wanted to stay;

Woke up without yellow paint in my easel and realized I can miss the paint, but at the end of the day without it, I’m okay

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