Yellow Dress

By Claire Lu

A beauty graced our presence

From head to toe, she’s dressed in gold;

A piece of art delicately made

Those grand doors welcomed her in.

She speaks and laughs,

Voice melodic like piano music that played.

Her eyes glistened in the light

From an outsider’s point of view,

The crowd seems to celebrate her.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

The time ticked by; when all at once

Her dress once gold, now appeared yellow.

In such a predicament,

She wept at her shipwrecked mess,

For her misery continues on

When her attention was captured,

Just in time to watch him vanish: her love.