(for tara)
fourteen years ago
we became sisters
and found instant
(colorful) reflections of
ourselves
in each other
you are
the sole observer
of the
humble and
beautiful beginnings (they always seem so nice)
the l i f e
(the dream, tara, the dream)
the hope
the utter despair
and ruin
of my love. of my heart.
you are
my moon
in synchronous orbit
checking on me
pulling me into you
when i am
nothing, tara,
but a wretched
sobbing
heap...
listening to my
incoherent sobs
for hours
your voice soothing,
"i know, amanda, i know..."
and now
as i barely have
my face
above water
...gasping for air
i see you plunge
into the water
beside me
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
tara
you are me
and i will catch you
and drag you
out of this ********
if it's the last thing i do
i don't know why
we cannot see
in ourselves
what we so plainly
see in each other
but in the mirror
i see first your beautiful smile
(so genuine)
the way you naturally
physically reach out to
people and touch them lightly
on the arm or hand or shoulder...
it radiates this warmth around you
that is magnetic and puts everyone at ease
then your
******* beautiful hair
that i have been
jealous of for
fourteen years
beautiful tumbling
waves that shine in the light
...then those eyes
amber deep
with a sparkle
to go with
that smile and laugh
and i'm sorry, girl
but your body
is banging...
you have always looked
like a spanish dancer
to me...like you should
have on a tight, shiny red dress
and should be moving those hips
and bumpin that ***
all over the floor
hair flying...eyes sparkling
men's jaws simply laying on the floor.
when i look in the mirror, sister,
that is what i see
and i am proud
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
(for tara)
fourteen years ago
we became sisters
and found instant
(colorful) reflections of
ourselves
in each other
you are
the sole observer
of the
humble and
beautiful beginnings (they always seem so nice)
the l i f e
(the dream, tara, the dream)
the hope
the utter despair
and ruin
of my love. of my heart.
you are
my moon
in synchronous orbit
checking on me
pulling me into you
when i am
nothing, tara,
but a wretched
sobbing
heap...
listening to my
incoherent sobs
for hours
your voice soothing,
"i know, amanda, i know..."
and now
as i barely have
my face
above water
...gasping for air
i see you plunge
into the water
beside me
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
tara
you are me
and i will catch you
and drag you
out of this ********
if it's the last thing i do
i don't know why
we cannot see
in ourselves
what we so plainly
see in each other
but in the mirror
i see first your beautiful smile
(so genuine)
the way you naturally
physically reach out to
people and touch them lightly
on the arm or hand or shoulder...
it radiates this warmth around you
that is magnetic and puts everyone at ease
then your
******* beautiful hair
that i have been
jealous of for
fourteen years
beautiful tumbling
waves that shine in the light
...then those eyes
amber deep
with a sparkle
to go with
that smile and laugh
and i'm sorry, girl
but your body
is banging...
you have always looked
like a spanish dancer
to me...like you should
have on a tight, shiny red dress
and should be moving those hips
and bumpin that ***
all over the floor
hair flying...eyes sparkling
men's jaws simply laying on the floor.
when i look in the mirror, sister,
that is what i see
and i am proud
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