-Because I lost count of how many times I’ve seen “Romeo Must Die” if only to bring you back to life for the film’s entire running time-
You were a shooting star baby girl, yet to arrive at destination in a world were too many broken dolls die by their own hand one whose last name coincides with the city of a space station the universe added a constellation for every year of your life.
Every string of hair breathed air, with both feet firmly on earth leaving air itself without air to breathe; while we were heirs to the despair of knowing you were no longer there, relieved while wistfully wishing whispering the talent we received.
Like a beautiful gift wrapped in your chocolate-coated skin like an ingenious plant growing from the asphalt we could see like a butterfly’s open wings shaped in the color of your lips like all of the music, slowly dying no longer playing on MTV.
Since you passed your name’s the most popular among girls quite fitting for the lofty, sublime, exalted nature of you voice breathy vocals while holding a python and rocking the curls the only “resolution” needed was on my TV to feel you close.
So these verses are dedicated to the soil blessed by your steps to your lashes, one in a million laughter, the stem of your neck the plethora of kisses never given, your soul engulfed by love from here to eternity, no sense in mourning a gift from God.