When I was young my sister was my bestfriend.
LIAR!
That was only something I could only desire.
From a very young age
I had jealousy and rage.
WHY?
As the real world was passing me by, all i could do was sit and cry.
BABY!
Everything came easy for her,
She was living the dream.
Good looks,friends,talent and charm,
She had it all, or so i would seem!
CHANGES...
With time came realisation, and things slowly became clear.
MY BESTFRIEND
Friends come and go, but sisters always stay near.
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The Life Of Benjamin Cane & Other Stories
PoetryA series of Dark, fantasy stories. Stories which are full of black humour, tell tales of confussed kids, spontaneous transformers, and a mum who hates her son. Dark and clever rhymes. Thoughts of all sorts.
