OH! SHE SLIPPED. . .

 Ouch! She said in fear

Something I couldn't bear

She fell off the bike,

Never touched the ground

I held her that day,

today her thoughts surround

It was a roadkill, allright

I was the one who died.

She had screamed in fright

The street saw it.

I saved her with all my might.

Funny the saviour died that noon

who cares. . .

I saw my moon in that noon

I brought my poison home,

and home-alone we were,

she wrote my palms,

while she slid in my arms

Oh! I saw her eyes,

yet again,

They could always kill.

Priceless my love,

never came with a bill

Now she ain't here,

I couldn't bear

I am flipped.

THE TRUTH?

SHE HAD SLIPPED. . .