Discarded and tossed aside.
No worth, without you by my side.
We'll meet again.
I won't accept that you're dead.
Struck by lightning, burning and aching.
Bruises of suffering.
No where near the pain that I feel being separated from you.
The vision replays.
It happened so fast.
Gunshot. Bang.
"In another life."
Always another life.
Never this.
Another which I hope we meet, a world far better than this.
How do "I live with love"?
When you're my "love".
Though it is your final wish, and I get what you mean.
But,
We'll be meeting soon my "love".
With the same fate,
a gunshot through my head.
Cause a world without you, is one not worth living.