I’m not really sure how to write this
For the pen quivers in my hand
I stumble and forget my lines.
It’s like getting a pearl out of a clam.
I have lived a little more than a decade and a half
Yet, I’ve seen you grow up as someone new.
With your confident stride, you have walked
Straight past me into the horizon of blue.
But that’s life for ya’
Friends do come and go.
Yet my feelings will remain the same;
You were the sister I once had long ago.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
I’m not really sure how to write this
For the pen quivers in my hand
I stumble and forget my lines.
It’s like getting a pearl out of a clam.
I have lived a little more than a decade and a half
Yet, I’ve seen you grow up as someone new.
With your confident stride, you have walked
Straight past me into the horizon of blue.
But that’s life for ya’
Friends do come and go.
Yet my feelings will remain the same;
You were the sister I once had long ago.
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