Red.
Been on this lane
A hilly lane
Green it has been, no amber seen in sight
And then stop? Smash!!!
Roaming around my mind, the thought of this day
Never did I think I will find being away so hard to stay
The coldness drives me crazy
The winter I can deal with, but with the winter comes a storm
Blisters, dryness and breaks in my pumping heart
I am broken and hurt
I should not be, but your words sting like a bee
Albeit true, they reflect the lie I live
Done.
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