LazerLordz SG What-Ifs. Standing here. Traffic rushing by me in a storm that only allows a little peek. Maybe a sniff. You are across the dividing line that thin white line. I can see you. Your smile lifts me and makes me whole. But the autostrada that snake of cars it hisses at me. I stand silent. Wrapped warmly in the core of what-if. I pop a Prozac. It could be my blue pill. or the red. I would never know.
LazerLordz SG thanks for reading the poem. most of my poetry are wistful, with a feeling thats like you’re driving off , leaving a girl behind and you just don’t want to turn back, because you know if you do, heck, you can’t go on…
alexkusu SG i feel ur pain mine leavin on fri..i will never see her again kinda pull at ur heartstrings dosent it? someone who was important for some part of your life would be gone
alexkusu SG sometimes the truth is not black in white always with shades of grey it is how you decipher it. What is truth to you may be false to another.
