At least 6 years in fact
We grew up as sisters
We made up a pact
We fought when I was little
But as I grew up
We began to calm down
We began to make up
She is older than I
At least 6 years in fact
And our goodbye
Is now drawing near
We have not fought forever
Or that's how it might seem
In fact, it has been 6 to a year
But this morning
Was different
And it's really my fault
I keep taking her things you see
So she barged in at 7
As I still slept
About her things she began to ask me
I said I didn't know
To a point that was true
But about where her things were
I knew, I knew
She said "I won't get mad
If you tell me right now"
I said that I'd look
Through my stuff
If she'd just calm down
So I did and I found at least one of her things
But the other I had no idea
She got angry and went to walk out
I said sorry
But she said
"No you're not"
And left me

And I cried and I cried
I fell down on my knees
Until I stopped because there were no more tears
I was heartbroken and guilty
And it hurt more than really
Because it was the first fight that we've had in years