Give me the green light, and I'll take the wheel.
Not certain if I'm your pick for a night stand,
Or the one you'd wait on to call home.
So give me the sign before I drive to paradise.
The red one can do too, should your heart feel otherwise.
YOU ARE READING
Green Light
PoetryA Love Project that demonstrates the state of heart of a being on cloud nine courtesy of their greatest muse.
