To the time wasted upon the stoplight
When I hung up the phone
Just to curse under my breath
As you strayed the white lights
Of the streets that chased after you
To the aching within my floral dress
That bleeds into the color of hell
As I emotionally punched
The resounding of your voice
Until it pierced right through me
To the life shaken out of me
As I was on my ride home to you
Please understand, these worries
Have grown wings, flying dangerously
Until this love begs, dies to keep you
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