Older sisters
are supposed to be the ones that give you blisters.
Instead, mine has to take care of me.
Because she knows how bad my mind can be.
Sure, when she has a bad day she yells,
but at least she always tells
me that everything will be okay.
Sure, she may not always know the perfect thing to say,
at least she knows I'm not quite alright,
and tries to help with all her might.
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Random Poem Stories
PoetryThis book is a bunch of random poems I made out of boredom. Some make a story, but some are just poems... I also sometimes will make poems for people, about people... so yeah.
