Canary Yellow

I wanted you to like, when I write, about the things that I like.

But you don’t like, anything that I like.

And I like you.

I like me too.

I guess you dislike the both of us.

I wonder what makes me so yellow,

and what makes you so blue.

Is it the things that I like?

Because I like you too.

Sometimes I love you.

But I like you too.

Because the things that you like,

mean something to you.

And because you like them,

they mean something to me.

But what I like most all?

I like being free.

If the things that you like, put me in a cage,

allow me to turn the page.

Though I like green

if liking you means,

I have to merge, blend, get lost in your blue.

Then I'll stay yellow,

because I like yellow too.