My sleeping sister lies on the sofa,
Yawning when she looks at me.
She llies there nlinking very lightly,
Lips are wet with spit.
Even though she hears me she lies there,
Ever dozing off into dreams where I do not know.
Pillow no longer there,
In the window sill.
Now yell at her "It's time to get up,"
Gone to bed or you'll be dead she said.
Sit up right now, She yells at me,
Taped your book to your knee.
Eventually she'll wake up,
Wrong again cause now she's dead.
Age: 13 3/98
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Emotions From the Heart (Book 1/3)
PoetryThese are poems that have been written through out my life and my younger sister said that it was a crime not to share it/ them with the world. If you like my poetry please comment, if you do not please keep your opinions to yourself. Thank you I h...
