We don't look alike, and sometimes we fight.
Our words can really bite, but they stop when the tears are in sight.
I look after you, you look after me.
Our love shelters from the harsh breeze, like the leaves of a tree.
Sometimes I feel like you pester, and anger can fester.
But I always miss ya, after all you are my sister.
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryThis is just a book of poems I wright. Ya know...... when I'm not crying in the shower.
