Blue

Yellow, 

Yellow were fleshy pods of wild Jacks, 

Tangy and sweet like Mangosteen 

Yellow was the colour of the flowers 

That fought its way outside bricks laid in circle 

Yellow was the sun, 

Just after the golden hour

Yellow were your nails, 

Half painted peeling off 

Yellow was the trunk you painted 

With roses and leaves 

Yet, blue was how I felt, 

After the day was done.