Little sister
My little Sister
Big little sister
I can still see you
In the back of the room
We used to play such childish games
Race after rainbows, through the falling rain
The inside jokes have started to fade
Like dust settling over words on a page
We wrote, we sang, we laughed
But time just moved too fast
Little sister
My little sister
Big little sister
Time just slips away
Till only thoughts remain
1 comment:
"The inside jokes have started to fade. Like dust settling over words on a page."
Damn, thats a great line! From a great poem. I wish I'd come up with one...
I'm always happy to see you've posted a poem. You are better at this than you think you are...
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