Wishes for Whitney

by Desiree   Oct 11, 2006


Screeching tires,
Shattering glass,
Wish your life would have last.
Spinning car,
Hit's a tree,
Wish it would've been me.
Windshield breaks,
Pavement scrapes your face,
Wish he would've known it wasn't a race,
150 feet you flew through the air,
They saw you were swollen as they brushed away your hair.
Your body looks like pulverized meat,
Wish it would've been me in that seat.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By Desiree