I wish in love there’s

a green light

for me to know I

should keep loving you.

Or a red light

for me to rest and

stop loving you.

And an orange light

for me to know

I should let go

because it means

I will lose you.

If only there is…

then I wouldn’t

find myself wondering

and wandering in the

boulevard called love.

I wish it could have

been a two way traffic

between us.

But we’re like the road

during Paquiao’s fight.

There’s no need for

traffic lights.