When you were around;

Your crazy obsession with Axl Rose

sure made me jealous,

But it doesn’t really matter,

Because we both like Guns n’ Roses,

When you were around;

We were practically like brother and sister,

Sharing a lot of similarities together,

Being art lovers,

We talked of dreams and ambitious endeavours,

Now that you are here no more,

Remnants of your presence remained where

they are,

Not a single cosmetic is removed ever since

what was once your room is now mine,

You may have left;

but the memories will stay afresh in my mind,

Perhaps when you do return,

We could have a Bon Jovi session.