Another Stop Sign

stop sign

The colour for love is pure red,
The cross, then to the grave it lead
Red also reads the sign, please stop!
But with open arms, and closed eyes
We embrace it, till something dies
The signals slowly start to drop
And we keep waiting for a sign
It grows and goes bad unlike wine.
New love, praying it doesn’t flop.

Victor Oyedele

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