My Sister
A rose with thorns that can hurt if you get to close
A fragile butterfly with bright and dull colors
but with strong wings to carry her far
mesmerized by a black picture box
with a weird sucker in her mouth
the box falls through a hole and she tries going
after it but hit's something hard, the floor
hurting so sharp like a needle through her very soul
caused by wild talking around her ears
which she could hear down to her very heart!
Copyright © Emily Smith | Year Posted 2006
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