The thoughts of a discarded little sister
A sweet autumn breeze whistles through the air,
Do you really have to ask?
Of course, I'll go outside today,
you rarely ever want to play!
I sprain my knee,
You never care,
It isn't fair.
You help me up,
You do care.
It is fair!
We laugh, we play, we run,
It's really lots of fun!
Then your other friends come by, you tell me to go away.
I'm devastated, heartbroken you could say,
And yet I hope, I dream, I wait,
For another fateful autumn day, When you will finally, finally, again ask me to play!
Copyright © Rose Petals | Year Posted 2019