Private traffic


When green and red meet, my eyes get sore and my heart burns;

and it kills me to the core, more than I can admit.

Staring at them together for too long gives me head ache until I vomit…

Nothing stops the hot-blooded after she gets the go-ahead

and she might well go the extra mile until the end;

for in hope, just like me, she lives;

waiting in fear and excitement for the green light;

then, finally, bloom bright like poppies do in the early days of summer,

when my Love was born.

Little does she know that we are taming the same road…

One day she will find out and like me, she will stop believing,

but life is a journey so I may as well keep traveling bold and tame other roads…

Rather than day dreaming.


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