You are not small
At least, not anymore
But, you'll always remain my tiny gift
Should I speak of the miracle you are
Or the joy you bring with your presence,
With all my heart, I fell for you
The tiny giant
That overtakes me
In every other argument
You are annoying,
Everything I get, you want it too
It's hard to have a minion following me
You were just born
When I was two
I held you
And before I knew
I refused to let you go
I'd be wrong to term you an angel,
Because you have always been the devil
Yet what would I do without you?
All I wish
Is that you continue to be
A permanent in my life
With your absence,
All I face are piles of problems
I love you, my red devil
A/N : This wasn't like my previous poems because my sister has cribbed and cribbed about me not writing a poem for her and so here you go, bish <3
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
