Two roads diverged in a yellow brick road
But only one had a sign
It had a neon painting of warmth and happiness.
It was your body, your face.
But your road wasn’t bricked.
It was trodden, yes, but trodden fresh
And it went downhill.
(Perhaps to the sea? Or a cave I cannot see?)
I etched your location in my crumpled map,
And went on my way to meet
The city that glistened green
And the wizard of my lifelong dream.
He only gave me my dream.
I looked at my map and thought of coming
But there were too many strangers
on the yellow brick road.
for this prompt, an old poem I wrote. I feel like a teen full of raging hormones. I currently crave writing love poems about love and crushes and what could be. It is likely a phase, it will pass away soon. hope you enjoy.