Misled Intentions
The frigid wind brushed up against her legs as she rubbed them, hoping to compose warmth.
Looking up into the gray skies, she rocked back and forth.
Her eyes shed a tear as she realized that her life meant nothing.
She stepped out into the road hoping to feel something.
Looking onto oncoming traffic, she knew what she had done.
Finally, against her demons, she had won.
In the corner of her eye she saw a man.
Running to her, he held up his hand.
He pushed her out of the way as the car took him instead.
No. She said. Her intentions were misled.
The car was meant for him not her.
It was all just a blur.
Luckily, he is still alive.
Her emotions were in overdrive.
They live happily ever after with passion in their eyes.
Still going strong with her campaign against suicide.
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