Is it strange for me to miss you when you are dead?
You're the one I've always loved yet never met.
You're the one that pulled me out of my abyss.
It's your boyish lonely magic that I miss.
Doesn't fit you to exchange your flesh for dust
And seal off your hopeful future in the past.
How did you succumb from being oh so BAD
To a digit in the data of the dead?
Sunrise blooms and sunset wanes turn after turn
Unaware of the living left to mourn.
Tears have added to the oceans of the world.
All because you went from warm to endless cold.
And the children of the Neverland still cry.
One of them, of many many them, am I.
Shalise (Liana Shakhnazaryan)
Los Angeles
August 2009
Michael Jackson
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