This would be ideal The dangerous road I hate this feeling The perfect time for my death- It's eerie as correct- I can feel no future Waiting for me on the other end- I'm flashing back- So that clique is true- The perfect timing for my death- Another canidate for my soul mate I knew God would always take me from this world Before we could fully love one another- The perfect timing for my death Now questions like what do I do now with my life And What will my children be like Would be answered for me.... Nothing- The perfect timing of my death I was fate's puppet Any control I had Was is their hands- I imagined the phones calls and the trip to the hospital- It all seemed to morbidly fit into place For The perfect timing of my death.Birth sign: Gemini
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