Siblings
We're only three and goofy.
So our bearer gets angry every single day.
We've crossed the line at times.
Yet we know we have shoulders to cry.
We're only three and noisy.
So our home can't be silenced every single day.
We've left home to make a fortune and to be attuned.
Yet our bearer is waiting to welcome us back home.
We're only three and silly.
So our memories lingered in any way.
We've manage to dwell our different personalities.
So our love will remain the same.
And I'm the only girl and bratty.
So my dramas seemed so absurd to you in any way.
But I know counting on you two is easy.
That makes me certain to have the best friendsibs forever.
Copyright © Lalainne Lang | Year Posted 2019
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