Poetry. Honest.

I am trying to remember a poem I wrote when I was 15 called Yellow but all I can remember is the line "but I am yellow." 

It was about cowardice as opposed to too much sun (in 1990s Boro? Ha!) and I do have a copy of it in a published book at my parents house but I wish I had if here too so I could read it. 

I'll be honest, it wasn't a cheery poem but it was an authentic poem and I believe pretty good. When I thought I could be a poet (thanks to Simon Armitage), before I realised I had no idea how to be a poet. 

I wrote this one recently; I'm pretty proud of it.....

Our youth has gone

And so has your beauty

Something that used to mean

So much to me

But still, no poet. But a writer, yes.