Drunk Driving

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(there is an original poem that is similar but has mom every other stanza. this is a spinoff in the drivers point of view. the original is anonymous and would be pretty easy to find. sort of irrelevant to my short poems but its a poem i wrote nonetheless. almost two years ago by the way) 

So i went to this party dad 

and i know what you said

you sad to have fun dad 

but i acted like a jerk instead

at first i didnt drink dad

i knew it was wrong

but the alchohol dad 

it came to me

like a song

my friends were all drinking dad

so i got pressured too

inside i was so ashamed dad

i knew it was the wrong thing to do

my sober friends betrayed me dad

i told them to drive me

they said i was ok dad 

but there was a monster inside me

so i got in my car dad 

feeling like a moron

the alchohol was getting to me dad

the liquor was coming on

so i started the engine dad 

and before i even realized 

i was in the wrong lane dad 

a light flashed before my eyes

i hit an innocent girl dad

and it is all my fault

the police arrived there soon dad 

they put her on the asphalt

they took me out of the car dad

i had no idea what was going on

i knew i did something bad dad 

because of me this girl was gone

mom would have been disappointed dad

but i honestly think she took the hint

im startink to smell smoke dad 

now getting paler, was her tint

i was hanging and pulling dad

at the ripped clothes im wearing

i see the girl dad

my heart is not bearing

truth is i was in love dad 

with the girl on the floor

i was going to marry her dad

she said our wedding would be on the shore

im really starting to cry dad

shes looking at me, laying in her own blood

she, like everybody else, is judging me dad

my eyes are starting to flood

she was so beautiful dad 

i loved her to death 

and it became literal dad

i saw her breathe her last breath

i wish i said goodbye to jane dad 

but i didnt have enough time

and now i crashed into her dad

i comitted a crime.....

this innocent girl is dead dad

ther was no one as pretty as she

im feeling really guilty dad

instead of the girl it should have been me

h.c.

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