Look at her-
Her big blue eyes,
She needs someone,
Someone to look up to,
Don't let her hair deceive you,
Though red and fiery,
It is still is fragile,
Needy.
Her hair is like herself,
Fiery,
Ambitious,
But still needy,
Needing care,
Her feelings hurt
Easily.
How could you not
Stop to talk?
How could leave her there,
Waiting for care?
Just smile at her,
Joke a bit,
And a radiant smile
Like the creamy sunset in
India will
Spread across her face-
You will never find a better
Friend.
Author notes
Option 1
Little Sister
(This is basicly describing me)
A contest entry
- AP Family by Theory Of The Lost.
390 points, ended January 18, 2008, 26 entries
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