Her golden curls tumble
On the asphalt she lay
My world begins to crumble
She's so far away
Just across the line
Her eyes closed
She was mine
She looks so carefully posed
I'd never see her on another day
Because the truck approached without a rumble
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Last
PoetryThis is written for a contest being held and the prompt was a 10 line poem either about a schizophrenic girl's last moment as she is about to commit suicide or about watching your love die with the last of your strength. I chose the later and I hope...
