It was something.
Our story started
As a happy one
Nothing but pleasure
Everything was fun.
Others had envied
The relationship we had
Some watched in awe
Many just got mad.
But they felt remorse
When they found out
How you suddenly died
While out and about.
The driver, distracted
Making calls on his phone
Smashed into your body
And crushed all but one bone.
Every bone crushed
Was a feeling i had.
I never feel happy
I can't even feel sad.
The one bone left
Is a feeling that grows with time.
I'll find that bastard.
Revenge will me mine.
For now however,
All I can do
Is plot and plan
And think of you.