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
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Author:
tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
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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