Traffic Light
He can’t decide
I don’t know why
I guess it’s my fault I caught his eye
I shouldn’t have flirted
Couldn’t help myself
Look where it got us… we need more than help
My heart belongs to another
But he’s the distraction I need
If it weren’t for his status, he’d be the perfect fling
He gives me the green light
I’m ready to go
One minute he’s here and the next I know
That the light switched to red
We can only be friends
Till his light turns green again
This poem is about:
Me