Siblings sight
I don't care, that you forgot I'm there, when I'm standing, right beside you, it doesn't matter, you never seem to see, me, I'm small and forgotten, quietly I'm leaving, never once seen, never once heard, you ignore my existence, never notice me for instance, this note is not about a crush, it isn't written with a heart of mush, it is my siblings of which I speak, when their other halves are near, I'm but a voice to a deaf ear, I'm the youngest, the so called weakest, you have no regard for me, this I can plainly see, you love this little sister, but treat me as if I'll sprout fur, I'm not so easily forgotten, or so I had thought, thank you for the lessons, that you've taught, I will remember, and never forget, you can love, that which you never see, namely me.
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The Tattered Quill
PuisiThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
