To whom I call
little sister,
venturing the yard
with noses red
and ***** feet.
I watch you grow
Up and up.  
High school comes
Our childhood goes
As we alight
a yellow wheeled-box
I watch a distance grow.
With each step you take,
Our memories flash by
A familiar smile
Confuses my mind.
To whom does this belong?
Not who stands before me,
Though I wish it had.
I miss our songs,
our laughs and our cries.
I miss our bond,
which was broken by man.
Oh how it hurts,
to mourn
the living.

Engaged one evening,
The star blinds me.
Tiny pops in the sky,
My head pounds with each
Boom.
Goes the night he proposed,
Ice coats my feet.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
He's scaring me...
Boom. Boom.
Go the church bells.
Facing the doors
I move, but the hands
They push and pull.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Sound the ball and chain.
Sat at my desk,
Let feelings flee.
Pen to paper.
Ring to ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The last sound,
of falling feet
and pounding hearts.
At last, liberating,
My 'happy ending'.

At fifteen,
Home isn't home.
Crushing myself,
To be someone else.
It worked, so to say,
I've made it okay.
For life without you,
Is nothing,
At fifteen.