and she purposely stopped at yellow lights on the way to school.
working against each other they fought fire
with feelings.
fuck what you heard, there will be no traffic today-
flying over frictionless freeways-
traffic lights turned blue and spontaneously combusted into spaghetti and pennies
make a wish and take a bite
while the day transitions into night
stopping at a yellow light
she looks up and in her sight
he's tying his laces very tight
and with no more feelings left to fight
a bolt of lightening can seem safe and bright
under the dome sky
the storm shelters heartbeats,
heartbeats that skip and stop and synchronize
and at once
lightening bolts and beating hearts break
at daybreak.
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