you said if you died tomorrow,
you would not be missed,
well, tomorrow is now today,
and things have gone amiss
I found you dead,
but I do miss you,
and my one wish
has died along with you,
for it was hoping that one day,
I could have a kiss,
and we would ride off in the sunset,
a mister and his miss.
Realizing that will never be,
and what you have done to me,
you will make me do this awful deed,
so I carved your name in the bullet,
so that everyone will see,
what the last thing was that went through me.
I feel my hand shaking,
my heart in my throat,
I lift the gun to my head,
and now I am dead.
Bleats Community Member 
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