Bullets only hurt so much

The constant burning Days, months and years of yearning The sting of your tongue Like a spray from a Tommy gun White roses on the grave Grey sleepless skies Mourning the loss of so many days Listening to the sound of the soft cries Can you heed the hum Of that dreaded gun The bullet impact so fresh In the heart of loneliness Our existence still flashes before my eyes Matters of the heart shall be my crutch Still a bullet can only hurt so much Less than the Love that now dies