Perfect Date
I went to get ready, for our very last date.
She'd kill me for sure, if I showed up late.
I polished my shoes, put on a clean shirt.
Then bought her some roses. What could it hurt?
I thought to myself, as I knocked on her door.
I was ready to end this, I couldn't take anymore.
The day I first met her, she had ribbons in her hair.
Every time she spoke my name, my heart would float on air.
When we first started dating, it didn't take long.
For me to realize, that this was all wrong.
She made a big deal, out of every little thing.
She was not for me, that's how it seemed.
It had to end quick, I had made up my mind.
I had to act now, or I would run out of time.
She thanked me for the roses, then gave me a kiss.
That was one thing for sure, I would really miss.
We went out to eat, and then went to our spot.
I really think, she enjoyed it a lot.
Our spot was a cliff, looking over a lake.
By the time we got there, it was already late.
I put on some slow music, and we danced all night.
She had a sweet smile, and her eyes shined bright.
When we got back to the car, I kissed her goodbye.
I felt kind of sad, and I can't explain why.
I walked to my side, and pushed the pedal to the floor.
She tried to escape, but her dress was caught in the door.
As she flew off the edge, screaming in fear.
I only shed, one lonely tear.
The car hit the water, and ended its flight.
I felt a sense of relief, as I left the crash site.
Copyright © Joseph Searcy | Year Posted 2007
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