The driver was blinded,
By things on his mind,
And he was unaware,
Of what his actions were worth,
as he crashed into her.
She rewinds, in her mind,
A blurred conception of time,
When it comes to this moment,
tracing back to her birth.
notnearlyfinishe.d
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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I don't understand it...
ReplyDeleteBut I like it.