Sister is leaving.
Walking away from my waving hands,
Through those columns she glides,
Away from my tears.
Now the distance between us fades,
Like the moon.
And your hands grow little like faint stars.
I feel sad but I have no more tears,
No more tears for you.
I know it hurts and I can't believe it too.
Once it was steady and now I have to go
So hold my hands and tell me warmly,
No more tears.
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Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
