switching up the story
waiting for the traffic light to turn green
sitting alone with my thoughts
and daydreaming to my thoughts with the music in my headphones
and waiting for the traffic light to turn green
and I'm saying Red Light, Green Light, Go.
-Waiting for the turn Red Light, Green Light, Go.
YOU ARE READING
The Sand to the Ocean of a Dream
PoesíaThe sand in the ocean coming up to shore she is the ocean and you are her waves the waves of the dream and now you are the sand on the shore and she is the ocean of a dream to your waves.
