Sign

“There was a sign above his head
As he drove in the highway
As fast as a bullet out of a gun
Making its way to its death,
Forgetting how a single breath
Would be so hard to have
While lying down on the concrete.
But he drove too fast to see
The short dear thought
That would be enough to remind him
That by being dead,
He would never get to see
Her eyes as blue as the sea,
While his death
Would cause her to bleed
Tears as painful as
The blood of an open wound,
While her shattered heart
Would whisper in the ear of her groom
Wishing that he had read
The sign above his head.”

Ana.

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