Treasure Island

somebodynobody 1993

(somewhere out there)

My Sister


My sister is,
someone i cannot replace,
she will always be there for me,
when i have no one else,
My sister,
will always be by my side,
when the world is closing in,
she's someone who's there for me through both thick and thin,
My sister is,
the one who can make me laugh,
when all i want to do is cry,
My sister is,
the one who knows me best,
from inside to the out,
My sister,
can tell what im thinking without saying a word,
My sister is,
the one who can read my thoughts,
she knows how i really feel,
My sister,
is there to make memories whatever they may be,
but for now,
It's just my sister and me.

Submitted: Thursday, November 27, 2008

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