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And it's still hard to believe it's been a year even after a year has turned into a year and one month And the burn that follows a tequila shot is accompanied by your laugh And coconut anything smells like you And anytime any one of the many songs you loved plays You are all I see And I think about your eyelashes when I put my makeup on And red lipstick and polka dots cannot be worn without remembering you on any other day And lemon squares taste like those good times LOTR? The Beatles? Pink Floyd? Fleetwood Mac? Shakespeare? Hilary Duff?(only you would understand) All enjoyed with you in mind And everything that's awesome has become a reminder that you missed being our tequila queen on the first day; that you never got to wear your cap and gown and eat pancakes at 5 am; never got to see eighteen and put your well educated vote to use; and you never got to stand to your full five feet and one inch and say to the world "Here I come." And I guess the songbirds keep singing with that blackbird in the dead of night But it's hard to hear because we're all butchering Bennie and the Jets at the top of our lungs from atop someone's couch Just like you'd have wanted, just like you'd have done.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Seeing Stars
And it's still hard to believe it's been a year even after a year has turned into a year and one month And the burn that follows a tequila shot is accompanied by your laugh And coconut anything smells like you And anytime any one of the many songs you loved plays You are all I see And I think about your eyelashes when I put my makeup on And red lipstick and polka dots cannot be worn without remembering you on any other day And lemon squares taste like those good times LOTR? The Beatles? Pink Floyd? Fleetwood Mac? Shakespeare? Hilary Duff?(only you would understand) All enjoyed with you in mind And everything that's awesome has become a reminder that you missed being our tequila queen on the first day; that you never got to wear your cap and gown and eat pancakes at 5 am; never got to see eighteen and put your well educated vote to use; and you never got to stand to your full five feet and one inch and say to the world "Here I come." And I guess the songbirds keep singing with that blackbird in the dead of night But it's hard to hear because we're all butchering Bennie and the Jets at the top of our lungs from atop someone's couch Just like you'd have wanted, just like you'd have done.
Forever and for always. Miss you every day <3
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
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