so you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop
or if its time to cross the bright highways
and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then
maybe you'd be an explorer
so you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop
or if its time to cross the bright highways
and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then
maybe you'd be an explorer
Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them
I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :]
(Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could...