It all started with a giant crash
The screams. So loud. So fast.
The cars collided mending into one
The crime scene so scary, bloody
But something wasnt right
One of the screams came to a halt
What the other driver didnt know was
It was all her fault.
She caused the death of a child
So innocent and young
A song started to play
What the angels always sung
"The child has passed
So soon and so sad
The young angel is home
It isn't so bad
So cherish the memories
You share with this kid
So the short life
Is a life well lived."
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PoetryIn the world of poems I am not the most perfect writer but I have people buying them part time. Read and enjoy. Don't forget to vote and comment so i know what to write more of!
