Sisters
01.2008
Sisters
My sister was a beauty
When she came home at night
Surrounded by an aura
That I deeply abhorred
My sister was a beauty
With sweet effortless power
Of blonde, blue eyed perfection
All boys blindly adored
My sister was a beauty
So pretty that it hurt
As I watched her, resentful,
From behind those black eyes
My sister had all those things
That I could only ache for
Until the heavy, muddy
Death train stopped by last night…
Copyright © Domi Marchewka | Year Posted 2009
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