Gone. Home.
July 3, 2011
She
I guess sometimes having a proper dinner and conversation,
is not something commoners do, as good as you do.
To joke, to laugh and to tell you my all stories in fiction,
till the day we stood apart bidding each other adieu.
The lives you touched will suck a lil’ bit without you here,
some of them wept but I wasn’t going to shed a tear,
cause I know you’ll find home with those you hold dear.
I cheer myself knowing you’ll be happier. By the way, this is not one of those bullshit love literature. In fact, its not even literature. Just a reasonably sad week.
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