I die to be a human sans
The ignorance of emotions
Imperative love turns, refine
An empty yellow poor design.

My heart to quake, and be assured
I was inflexible but heard
You cry to me, and I missaid
The empty yellow prayer I prayed.

It's all the same, one gone, replaced
By other things of poorer taste
With the same beauty, to defile
That empty yellow humble smile.

But once, hold yet, don't turn away
Your ocean, holding ruthless sway
Over my head; I can't decide.
The empty yellow love inside.

Was my love false in its loving
A beautiful and hollow thing?
I would still love, though you were less
Than empty yellow nothingness.