Two wonderful sisters
The first pretty in pink
The second beautiful in blue
Friends forever
In trust and sisterhood
They built eachother up
So alive with happiness and joy
And kindness and love
They spent every moment together
Until they were one day separated by fate
So distant they were
Dark and brooding
Full of anger and rage
They tore eachother apart
Broken up inside
With grief and sorrow
The second preferred black
The first chose red
Two twisted sisters
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
