The person I live with, my sister,
Always finding that perfect mister.
Sharing a sisterhood friendship.
Sometimes with love come hate,
But only to realize our friendship is fate.
We run in the meadow hand in hand,
Running through life till its end.
Even though we feel like life is a cage,
We open the door to turn life's next page.
Seeking life's opportunities together,
Pushing though people who gather.
Finding our perfect misters, and living life,
Through love, pain, happiness and strife.
To me, you will always be my baby sister.
