She put her hands to her heart, listening to it's beats,
One by one, she could feel it, a series of drums,
Playing her heart beat song, as delicate as a finger print,
Her eyes started to drop as she replayed all those memories,
Like she couldn't take it any more, the pain was to bruittle,
That her delicate heart smashed all her hopes and dreams,
For not everyone can handle the pain, she listened to her heart,
Once more before she let all her emotions flow free,
A tear here, a pinch of anger there and a clump of sadness everywhere,
The logic of her mind had changed and not in the good way,
She's my sister, one of my siblings I care so much about,
I love her more than anything without a shadow of doubt.
