Pavement Dryly

She didn't forget.
And he didn't forget either.
The serenade of It's Ok
I'll be here till I die
Jumping from turning cars
Falling underneath the stars
Pummeled by concrete
She still meant to stomp her feet
Brake's don't solve accidents,
And firemen can't solve evidence
Until they lost their mind
When they find
Ten miles later,
She jumped out too,
And flew.
Path to stars
Big city boulevard
Flattened tombstone stained with the girl's tears
He didn't mean to fall so hard
She didn't mean to come so far
No other way,
to escape the hate
Floating thing between the car:
the driver
and her passenger,
Tumbling down a verdant labyrinth
grass blades cut less then the sharp road
His second thought,
"I think I fell on a toad"
Blood shock took over,
Her telephone number flickers: "7186724463"
Hate she still appreciates
Even as she forgets herself, and the pavement helps herself
Bleed out dryly, wryly.