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Mar 2016
I stood barefoot on a porch,
Yelling ' Juliet, Juliet wherefore art thou Juliet?'
Maybe I haven't met you yet
Or you have found your Romeo,
guess that's how the story goes.

Where are you though?
Juliet, Rose, Daisy...
Why haven't I met you yet?
Or have we already met?
...

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[ Why did you leave so soon,
I can still remember the moon,
Of that night you decided to go away
I tried finding people
But there's just no way of doing so.
I have indeed found love a couple times
since you have been gone,
but none of them ever lasted.
Not even the ones I deluded myself
Into believing were real and fated.
Did you really think I'll be fine alone?

I miss you...

What's it like up there by the way?
Is it as beautiful as you are?
Or is it even more beautiful?
Just kidding , nothing can be as beautiful as you...
actually I have met quite a few beautiful girls,
some beautiful people,
some even more beautiful than you ,
then again I havent seen u in a while...
but you know me well enough to know
that things don't last with me.
Either people grow to hate me,
or well they fall out of love with me
or they ....you know, like you....
I haven't been able to give you flowers
Tryna buy a car yknow....
If you were here I'll drive you around
after all you will always be my princess
but ...i do drive you around,
I drive the memories of you around,
I drive you around in my heart.
Remember that time when we sat up
on the hills and just watched the stars
Do you remember we caught a glimpse of that car
The one that bounced up and down.
You ever wonder if they ever got married?
You know, that night I can remember your smile
I can remember the words you say
I can still remember how you use to say
'you're an idiot' with a smile.
I miss all of it.
I miss all of you.
I miss you]
[Tales of my late best friend. Tales of the one person who truly understood me]
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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