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. . .
