Saturday, December 26, 2015

The sister I never had

Today I am crying,
For the sister I never had,
Thinking how nice it'd be,
But right now it makes me very sad.
I think of how I'll make her hair,
and then she will work on mine,
As we  comb through our secrets bare,
Our hearts will forever entwine.
I'll steal her dress,
The pretty pink with flowers on it,
And she will steal mine- unless,
We decide what's hers is mine.
I think of how I'll not let her sleep,
Or sometimes of how I'll make her weep,
I will tell her all my secrets deep,
Nothing from each other shall we ever keep.
And if a guy will break her heart,
I'll make him pay for all her hurt,
And if ever a guy will break my heart,
I'll know she's there to kick his butt.
I will know there's somebody for me,
Who wouldn't judge me- not even a bit,
She would be the best friend I'll ever need,
And i am sure we would never grow apart.
But today I am crying,
With a broken heart,
Wishing on a sister I never had,
And all the things I could have done with her...

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