sister, friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

just needed to write today

2 years old

wrapped up in clothes

mom could never match

didnt talk

not much to say

but so much to look at

i loved tigger

you liked eyore

we never agreed on much

but you held my hand over all the roads

and when i was tired you picked me up

six years old

a lot more to say

more faces to meet

for eight hours of the day you are gone away

but at night its tv time

and the remote fights start

mommy and him watch us in wonder

best friends yet so far apart

11 years old

our summers are filled with fires and toasted marshmellows

grandpa is sick and losing his hair

and grandma is quiet and mellow

we bike around and meet new friends

the world is still so calm

14 now

and you have a life

but somehow theres always time for a movie night

at seventeen

you scare me



"was it me?"

your wrists are bleeding

"i want to die!" you keep screaming

and i dont know what to say

eighteen now

youve moved away

and i see you now and then

its not the same

we are older know

we are sisters you say

not friends

well as the years pass

i look in the mirror and see

that you are changing just as much as me

and all those that surround our life as we grow

how long will they stay

why must they grow

Submitted: May 01, 2009

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aww, this is about brit, isnt it. dont blame yourself.

Sat, May 2nd, 2009 2:33am


thanks for commenting love u :]

Mon, May 4th, 2009 12:30pm

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