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He walked away swaying without a care in the world She was walking straight ahead with a dream in hand He was a repeat offender She was on the A honor roll... Again But as he was fumbling for the keys She was fixing her midterm paper Newton once stated that for every action , there is an equal and opposite reaction So for every bottled he emptied was another application she filled Every law he broke Was one she followed So the beautiful synchronization is that as he was driving , so was she That as she was making that turn on a green arrow , he was there to run the red light But in that last symphony... Tires screeched Metal crunched Glass shattered Blood splattered Acting as a lullaby to a life that just entered into eternal slumber But... He walked away swaying without a care in the world Because in that moment demons were created and an angel was born Her soul was cradled just like it was when it entered this world and sometimes if youre listening closely, you can hear her wings fluttering in the wind as a sound of hope @ your time of need
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Shattered Dreams
He walked away swaying without a care in the world She was walking straight ahead with a dream in hand He was a repeat offender She was on the A honor roll... Again But as he was fumbling for the keys She was fixing her midterm paper Newton once stated that for every action , there is an equal and opposite reaction So for every bottled he emptied was another application she filled Every law he broke Was one she followed So the beautiful synchronization is that as he was driving , so was she That as she was making that turn on a green arrow , he was there to run the red light But in that last symphony... Tires screeched Metal crunched Glass shattered Blood splattered Acting as a lullaby to a life that just entered into eternal slumber But... He walked away swaying without a care in the world Because in that moment demons were created and an angel was born Her soul was cradled just like it was when it entered this world and sometimes if youre listening closely, you can hear her wings fluttering in the wind as a sound of hope @ your time of need
Drinking and driving poem
#death#dwi
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
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