Still thinking about the crash.
Those images where the car was crashing straight into the wall, and as you swerved, there was no sound of tires screeching. Nevertheless, in my mind, I knew you would make things right.. You would not let me crash. But things still happened. I remember seeing you get thrown around the seat as you tried to make things right. I was holding tightly to my seatbelt. The umbrella flew right pass you and landed on your left foot. And it all came to a stop. I still remember you saying "fuck". We've stopped at the wrong place. We continued on as hard as we could and as much as the car would go. Yellowish smoke came off and we had to stop.
Thank God for hearing my prayers. I have fears of losing you as the car smashed into the wall, fearing you might be gone, fearing to see and unconscious you, bleeding profusely. So many things could have happened. Cars could have been coming down behind us as we hit the first wall. We would have been gone and I would never get a chance to see you.
I miss you. I want to hug you now and kiss you. But these are not important to you. You don't even want to listen to me.. What's more, finding me. And I can only hold back my tears as I miss you.
If we were both dead, will I be able to see you in heaven?
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Still thinking about the crash.
Those images where the car was crashing straight into the wall, and as you swerved, there was no sound of tires screeching. Nevertheless, in my mind, I knew you would make things right.. You would not let me crash. But things still happened. I remember seeing you get thrown around the seat as you tried to make things right. I was holding tightly to my seatbelt. The umbrella flew right pass you and landed on your left foot. And it all came to a stop. I still remember you saying "fuck". We've stopped at the wrong place. We continued on as hard as we could and as much as the car would go. Yellowish smoke came off and we had to stop.
Thank God for hearing my prayers. I have fears of losing you as the car smashed into the wall, fearing you might be gone, fearing to see and unconscious you, bleeding profusely. So many things could have happened. Cars could have been coming down behind us as we hit the first wall. We would have been gone and I would never get a chance to see you.
I miss you. I want to hug you now and kiss you. But these are not important to you. You don't even want to listen to me.. What's more, finding me. And I can only hold back my tears as I miss you.
If we were both dead, will I be able to see you in heaven?
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