Tragedy STRIKES

The beautiful bike that i wrote my last tribute to has been taken away from me.
stolen from my front yard. i was only inside for a mere 30 minutes and she was
gone. i feel like a little piece inside has ruptured. i loved that ol' bike. it was so
smooth and fancy. i felt like a real-deal biker girl on top of her leather racing seat.
the handle bars were so fancy and bent. the brakes didn't work, but that is okay.
she was still mine. i loved her and fixed her all up when she became mine.

to be fair. i did just find her in my yard the week before. and we sort of hid her
in the backyard and i sort of locked her up so the owner couldn't have her back.
but that is not the point! i took care of her and cherished her and it's not fair!!!