(I’ve seen more birthdays without you Then with Yet it seems its half the celebration each year Half the meaning Half the reason to look forward to reaching those special double digits Because I was eight, and soon I’ll be sixteen Because I know one day I’ll be twenty-four And the portion of my life containing you will only be a quarter A fragment, a fraction, and diminishing percentage Unable to place your voice Despite recordings I wont remember those summer parties and bouncy castles Memories of matching white dresses and curly hair are already beginning to fade And I lack clarity in those last remaining days The countdown clock has started Only two weeks standing The knot in my chest grows with each passing moment I can picture myself Leaning over the cake Set ablaze Sixteen candles Tiara in hair and your hand on my shoulder I can almost feel its presence But this photo is altered One of these things don’t belong No One of these things is not like the other As I blow out the flames, I wish it were true As I squeeze my eyes shut, I’ll wish for you.)
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 03:51:00 +0000
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