And I waited
For that one message
That gave me the kick-start of everything my mind ever thought of
The green light
Or shall I name it red?
Because nothing about you was ever green
You were different shades of red
Like the songs you often heard
And the tunes you kissed my lips to
You were the endless summer nights, although it was always cold
And the late night autumn drives
I write and write about you
Although I know it would never reach
For your message I still wait for
And your heart, is not mine to keep
Yet mine has already named itself your property.