Crippled By Love
I sit in this wheelchair,
Memories fresh of how I got here,
Sweetly painful wishes,
Wishes of the ability of turning back the hands of time,
And do every single thing different.
The journey was life,
The lane was love,
The wrong turn was lust,
And the car that crushed me...you...
We shared the highway with no problems at all,
And we enjoyed being side by side,
Race-mates, lane-mates, love-mates.
Never at one point would either of us go beyond the other,
Never would either leave the other behind,
If it was to win,
We were going to pass the finish line together,
Or so I thought...till it changed a little while after.
Suddenly you were driving too close,
I assumed you were trying to evade a bump, maybe pothole,
But then you hit me,
On your face an evil smirk.
I couldn't understand,
You were pushing me to the left side of the lane,
The opposite direction of where we were heading,
I was trying to push my way back to the correct path,
But somehow you had greater force.
You hit, you pushed,
I hit back, trying to repel the force,
But you got your way,
And now we were going down Lust Lane,
High speed, can't brake,
And like every wrong turn,
There was a dead end,
I managed to stop,
Just before hitting that hard high wall,
2 inches away from my death,
And just as I was taking my relief breath,
You came crushing into me,
Pushing me to the wall.
I saw a bright light and...
Now I sit on this wheelchair,
Memories fresh of how I got here,
The journey was life,
The lane was love,
The wrong turn was lust,
And the car that crushed me...you...
Now I am crippled,
Crippled by love.
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