T he y all lead me in the same direction
They don't stop me from getting in a crash
They say Yield but I still move
I can't seem to stop
not when I'm Broke n
Not when all I can think about is you
This stop sign in front of me as I go
is telling me that I left you
my brain is screaming at me to stop when i see that sign'
but its not a hexagon
no
its a heart
in fact its a broken heart
a very shattered and torn
broken heart
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
