74 My Sibling
74.
My Sibling
When she was born, they think I'm jealous
I used to pinch her skin like pillows
Maybe I am really abnormal
Her screwed up face sometimes makes me smile
Since a baby until she's teenage
I fill her days with frivolous rage
I hope her misery would end soon
I think to her I am not a boon
In deep reality I feel sad
Everytime when Angel's not around
Although I cursed her million times
I never regret her birth sublime
She's God's blessing whom I should cherish!
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
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