The days of love and family have met their end, as the the love of a sister meets a bend.
How could I predict the loss I would face?
When I discovered the love face-to-face.
Still, I cannot forget how I found a sister who I could forever cherish.
To only witness her love simply vanish.
Helpless I was as I watched you go, but the anger made it easier to lose you so.
What am I to you now?
A sister? A cousin? Or perhaps a stranger?
It does not matter anymore, as the bridge can not be restored.
No wood nor metal could mend the path, just as no one can fix a heart filled with wrath.
The days of love for you are gone, replaced by an anger that begins to spawn.
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
