she whispers to me, like it's a secret
but we both know that it's not
she hums with desire

the beauty in her black has long left me in awe
with so many wounds she finds the strength
to get up and smile through the beautiful days

she does it all so flawlessly, soaked with class
her laugh vibrates within me
I've longed to get in between her ripped up fishnets

there is no one on earth like her
with all the good lighting up her heart
it makes me realize this cant be the first time

we have wiggled in many lives
for souls like hers never die
she's my sister, all you other ******* ain't got ****.

she turns eighteen today, loving us in many ways
I hope she get's what I'm trying to say
in my sloppy, ragged poetic mind

she whispers to me, like it's a secret
but we both know that it's not
"I'm awesome." she says.

"I've always known." I whisper back.