Your bluntness makes you beautiful
your responsibility a saint
your talents as flawless
as the pictures you paint
You grew up so fast
and are burdened with three little ones
but being together
I've never had so much fun
I miss your sense of style
and your odd little quirks
you found humor in death
my little science dork
I love our writing sessons
and shrieking through the phone
five states but nine numbers away
together we're never alone
I can't wait to see you again
my crazy monkey girl
you're my best friend, Aleksa
it's us against the world.
YOU ARE READING
Tetraphobia
PoetryPoetry journal of yours truly, and maybe I'll add some short stories. Try not to call the cops on me.