traffic light boy

tylerintheclouds

in the car of hope,

i reside in the passenger seat

with a ghost driver at my side

as a means to my little control

i await your performance

in your red satire

as i have done timelessly

and watch as you tease me with your limited spectrum

changing the colour of your eyes

i stare aimlessly with dry amber tears

never knowing when to stay or when to go

  • Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2020 10:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    like that you purposely group your imagery and metaphors to make your writing as accessible as it can be, such an undervalued trait



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