I Hate the Moon
I hate the moon because I look at the same one as you, yet you are so far away.
I miss our childhood days when we lived on top of each other, argued, looked and smelled the same.
I fear as we grow old we will grow further apart.
This is why I sometimes cry, even though I am so very tough.
No matter how much time goes by, I love you, Big Sister, with all my heart and more than words could ever say.
My iron butterfly ?
Copyright © Cheryle Sanders | Year Posted 2012
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