The Pain

June 26, 2011
The bullet struck her chest.
I could not steal it.
But i can lift her soul with my heart,
and carry it to safety.

The blood seeped through her clothes.
I could not stop it.
But I can sing for her memory,
and let it live on.

The blow shattered her bones.
I could not fix them.
But I can cry at her side,
and let my tears show our love.

The scream escaped from her mouth.
I could not prevent it.
But I can know her pain is gone,
and feel only my own.

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