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My One And Only
This is a poem for my beautiful sister.
Sarah, I love you more than you'll ever know.
My One And Only
remember when a spitty finger in the sugar bowl was considerd candy?
and it seem'd like even the happy times brung pain since we smiled so hard?
its like just yesterday we were buildin forts on the couch,
or movin from house to house
we saw easy times but were followed by hard
but i always had my one and only, mother hen, sister and friend
a relationship that'll never come to an end
remember nights helpin mom when dad wasnt home?
we took care of them when we felt alone
you always understood me
even if i saw you standin higher than me
like an idol with the perfect style
i mighta bitched and snitched sometimes
but when i reminise, i see you had my back everytime
from broken bones to a broken home
we grew up quick, since mom was schizophrenic
and dad just got sick and decided to dip
remember the times we ran outta food
or the power was out?
the times when you cheered up my mood
and had my pain chased out?
lookin back on these memories
i can see the image of beauty standin before me
an image perfectly colored with the attribute of an angel
and no matter what my angle
i see you,
my one and only,
mother hen, sister,
and friend
Sarah, I love you more than you'll ever know.
My One And Only
remember when a spitty finger in the sugar bowl was considerd candy?
and it seem'd like even the happy times brung pain since we smiled so hard?
its like just yesterday we were buildin forts on the couch,
or movin from house to house
we saw easy times but were followed by hard
but i always had my one and only, mother hen, sister and friend
a relationship that'll never come to an end
remember nights helpin mom when dad wasnt home?
we took care of them when we felt alone
you always understood me
even if i saw you standin higher than me
like an idol with the perfect style
i mighta bitched and snitched sometimes
but when i reminise, i see you had my back everytime
from broken bones to a broken home
we grew up quick, since mom was schizophrenic
and dad just got sick and decided to dip
remember the times we ran outta food
or the power was out?
the times when you cheered up my mood
and had my pain chased out?
lookin back on these memories
i can see the image of beauty standin before me
an image perfectly colored with the attribute of an angel
and no matter what my angle
i see you,
my one and only,
mother hen, sister,
and friend
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