​melissa’s poem pt2

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My friends make plans about making my room yellow after I move And I suggest no other color I like yellow, and the days that it reminds me of And I will always write about you, you know God is a sunset on a bus to New York City, hidden by someone's large head Your eyes are also clocks, blue arrows ticking I apologize for crying in the rainbow taxi Maybe saying "I love you" is not a big deal, just a beautiful fact Like I left strawberries on the washing machine before we went to the beach togеther I Sharpied your name on thе seashell you gave me and left it on your bed You pulled a hair out of my shirt It was too smoggy to see the fireworks But anyway you were next to me We want to tell the time that everything is going to be alright Bandage up the scrape on her knee Tell her it will make a great story later Until we have to dig around for batteries or get a new clock And I want to remember everything That means I have to leave the room where everyone is having fun to write it all down