I walked down the road
As I stepped out into the road
I saw it a bit to late
It crashed into my knee
A Ford Tauras to be exact
If that was it I'd be just fine
But my head slapped the hood with a sickly crack
Then at that momment my body went slack
I had always wondered at the moment of my death
What would my last thought be
Would my life flash before me
Or would I reckon my mistakes
But what I found myself thinking of only one thing
And that would be you
Your lovely eyes
Your beautiful scent
Your emaculant smile
Your sense of humor
And the way I wished that at my lifes last moment
I could tell you of the way
That I love you
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