Monday, September 19, 2016

Poem: My not so blood sister

Sister not by blood,
Sister not by birth.
But no less my sister.

We may go far.
We will grow apart.
But no less my sister

Call me in the middle of the night,
But won't call me when we fight.
But no less my sister.

Your stuff is mine she says,
I absolutely hate that line.
But my sister no less.

Your all i know.
When we are far your who i long for.
More then just my sister

They say you can't chose your family.
That is true.
Cause i didn't pick you,
You were always my sister.

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