She is my 1 tru sista
not even blood
could be thicker
She gets on my last nerve
...
Go in my room
slam the door
put my headphones on
Ask my self what's everybody
...
I want him in so many ways
I want to taste
his carmel skin
and his soft lips
...
At night his name
escapes my lips
sweet on
my tongue
...
Uncertainty
in your eyes
vulnerability in your heart
sensitivity in your soul
...
I'm 18 and there's not really much to say. Like every1 my age, I'm in a place I don't wanna b n tryin 2 get to that other place. I'm often a victim of writer's block and I'm my own worst critic. Glass pieces or however you spell it is my favorite at the moment.)
My Tru Sista
She is my 1 tru sista
not even blood
could be thicker
She gets on my last nerve
I push her to her limit
Sometimes I offend her
I don't mean 2
n trust
it hurts me 2
n tho I never shed tears
outside
She crys the tears
I cannot cry
The dark thoughts
that surround her
surround me 2
She's so fragile
When her heart breaks
mine breaks too
My fear is 1day
I won't know what 2 say
2 console her
n she'll decide
2 listen 2 those dark thoughts
n commit suicide
just end it all
n that will finally cause
my tears 2 fall
because my 1 tru sista
I will no longer
have 2 call
and bug
Sometimes I swear that child
just needs a hug
I never knew how
much I
meant 2 her
She gives me compliments
I can't return
how do I compliment
an Angel
how do I compliment
such perfection
I'm trully blessed
2 have a sista
who puts up
wit all my mess
n relieves
all the stress
When she's gone
I wonder where
my sista
n my better half is at
Then I realise
she's right besife me