sat alone, beside a lake
neither would ever mistake
each other, for their love
two sisters, bound by blood
They sat upon common ground
neither tried to make a sound
Two sisters by a lake
what a montumental mistake
Two sisters sat upon higher ground
Each knew, the other should drown
but they held hands, so tightly
Never taking their vows lightly
Two sisters turned their heads, as one
to glare indignantly at the Sun
because they were unhappy
that the darkest Night
crept away and left the fight
Two sisters sit upon the edge
of water, rushing beneath a ledge
and kissed each others frights and hurts
because just the thought of sitting alone
*Hurts
I love my Sister, I have 4 of them, 3 mean everything to me... But we are 2 :)