the unthinkable.
it's unspeakable.
unimaginable.
so cold.
so heartless.
unbelievable.
unbearable.
four bullets.
one life.
one loss.
one love.
one heart broken.
she was my
soul,
and now
she is
a lost soul.
my heart,
oh how
it bleeds
for her.
it bleeds
the same
way she did.
her shoulder.
her neck.
her head.
her heart.
my heart.
she was
stolen from me
before i
could even
call her
my wife.
before we
could start
a new life
and now
there is no life.
she's now
like my father.
an innocent soul
brutally
murdered
while walking
down the street.
what now?
is life just out
to get me?
stealing the
two best friends
i have ever known.
take me instead.
but no.
that would be
too easy.