knightss
02-05-2008, 05:44 PM
A Dead Stop
Screeching
The cold air mixes
And lingers with the smell of burnt rubber
The dove
Walks slowly away
From the road attempting to find cover
If I
Would have kept going
Pushing forward in the rush of my day
I would
Have killed the beauty
That didn’t know enough to fly away
Delicate
Innocent and pure
Are the entities we should all stop for
Today
I came to a halt
Allowing the beauty to soar once more
Screeching
The cold air mixes
And lingers with the smell of burnt rubber
The dove
Walks slowly away
From the road attempting to find cover
If I
Would have kept going
Pushing forward in the rush of my day
I would
Have killed the beauty
That didn’t know enough to fly away
Delicate
Innocent and pure
Are the entities we should all stop for
Today
I came to a halt
Allowing the beauty to soar once more