Small talks

As the night was young,

I asked for your favorite color,

you didn't hesitate and said green,

I sparked and said it's mine as well,

so we kept painting everything green,

but a part of me saw another color,

I could only grow anxious,

so after the seasons,

you told me that you didn't know,

if green really was their favorite color,

and really just not because of me,

so I could only hesitate as I watched the paint fade,

but a part of me will never regret,

because everyone ain't just one color,

but multiple ones in a canvas,

for me you were always the colors of a sunflower,

so by myself I'll paint my world yellow,

to stop being stuck in the dark green forest,

into the bright yellow sunshine,

because in the end of the day,

I have meaning for my favorite color.