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For My Sister. Im sorry sis
His brown eyes once so bright
Are now devoid of light
His eyes close with those five terrible words
You hear her heart shatter
The rainstorm begins
Does he know those five words
Just ended a sorrowful life
No so with eyes still closed
He turns her way knowing he wants to stay
The raindrops in his eyes fall with no end in sight
Fragile as a little bird
She wants to fly away to be free of this pain
She drops to her knees
Her small body racked with sobs
Looking between her bangs
Her crystalline blue eyes lock on his rain covered face
Like her maybe his heart was shattered
He catches her gaze but quickly looks away
Running home she takes her blade
No regrets in her death
The cool blade slicing the soft skin of her wrist
The drip of crimson on her fingertips
An angelic voice dances in her mind
"Little bird your love is what has saved me through time
If your gone my life isn't worth a dime"
The letters now imprinted on her arm
She stands crying from all the harm
A ditch is where she lies
Long forgotten after a short time
Only he who felt the guilt
Knows of the wall of pain she had built
Are now devoid of light
His eyes close with those five terrible words
You hear her heart shatter
The rainstorm begins
Does he know those five words
Just ended a sorrowful life
No so with eyes still closed
He turns her way knowing he wants to stay
The raindrops in his eyes fall with no end in sight
Fragile as a little bird
She wants to fly away to be free of this pain
She drops to her knees
Her small body racked with sobs
Looking between her bangs
Her crystalline blue eyes lock on his rain covered face
Like her maybe his heart was shattered
He catches her gaze but quickly looks away
Running home she takes her blade
No regrets in her death
The cool blade slicing the soft skin of her wrist
The drip of crimson on her fingertips
An angelic voice dances in her mind
"Little bird your love is what has saved me through time
If your gone my life isn't worth a dime"
The letters now imprinted on her arm
She stands crying from all the harm
A ditch is where she lies
Long forgotten after a short time
Only he who felt the guilt
Knows of the wall of pain she had built
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