I don’t often write poems, but when I do I make a fool out of myself.
She was walking down the street today,
Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Bout broke my neck to double take,
And make sure I had really seen.
On the sidewalk,
And from the driver’s seat,
She turned her head, not once,
Straight as an arrow was her gaze.
I stared even longer,
In a daze.
Realized then I was staring at heaven,
But she would never see me back.
Her red hair bounced on her shoulders,
Her clothes were all black.
And then I hit the car in front of me.