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People are like changing traffic lights, at one second you have a free pass to all the roads, and the other you just stop as you watch everyone else pass by. Bottom line is, people change. They come and go. And not all of them are meant to last.
I asked for directions, 'Keep driving' they said. You were a stop sign that I was hopelessly stuck at. I couldn't push the gas, I didn't want to crash. I stayed there, encouraged by your words to keep my foot on the brake.
I stood there, as you drove away.
After a while, I made the choice to take another turn but I was running on empty and I knew I had to get out and start pushing my car back home.
I didn't want to admit it but, you were always a dead end.
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Recalling His Name
PoetryThis is going to be pages full of 3 AM thoughts or pure poetry, because we've all had our thoughts tangled up, and we've all had our hearts shattered in enough pieces to make us write about it. Everything you read in here is written by the publisher.
