You were not there
at my first breath.
Nor were you present
in my first steps.
But when I got
to see your soul,
I saw your good
and a heart of gold.
With hair to match
and pearl white teeth,
you never ceased
to make me see
the good in others
and the good in me.
Not blood of mine
nor flesh as well,
but my sibling you were
and that I could tell.
You invited me
to go see the world
for what it was
from the new to the old.
In the library of memories,
that I have retained,
you have a special shelf
pure and unstained.
Not any man
nor any creature,
can burn that shelf
or change its features.
A picture will never
give credit to your face.
And yet it is carved
into time and space.
And as I breathe
and as I age,
I hope that you
will never be caged.
But like a free swift
you'll always fly.
You are my sister
as true as the sky.
And if you leave,
well that's just fine.
You'll be in my heart
oh sister of mine.
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Black Tears
PoesiaRhymes and words which give one thought. Emotions and ideas that make one distraught. To every soul, corrupted and pure, may your spirits be lifted and hearts made assured. Cause words are stronger than man's greatest arms, and they cast greater spe...
