There are few people in the world who know me… like you know me.
Because you are blood of my blood
Everything you have felt, I still feel.
We are immortal, infinite; time will not wilt between us. Distance can not pry space inside.
I carry a piece of you inside of me,
You carry most of me.
You are growing up and I am growing old,
As young as I once was. I am
Happy you are happy
It’s long past overdue for you.
When I was young, and you still a baby,
We were forced to grow up.
The sound of you crying still echoes in
My head. You didn’t understand why
No one believe us. I didn’t know how
To keep you safe.
Remember the feel of my hands over
Your ears? The TV blaring, stereo on
max? Pressed up against my chest?
the door didn’t break
You pick up where I leave off.
Author notes
i love her more than anything.
do what you do. it doesnt matter anymore. :] xxox - ♥
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I miss you guys so much right now. This is really good, I almost want to say it's one of your best out of the recent ones you have posted. Keep posting, you know I love to read your stuff
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Nice work. Just pure raw emotion, not riddled with analogies just heartfelt emotion. My fav. line is --
"Remember the feel of my hands over
Your ears? The TV blaring, stereo on
max? Pressed up against my chest?
the door didn’t break"
I think a lot of people can relate, I know I can. Sometimes I was the one having my ears covered being the younger sibling. This line really stirred up emotion in me so once again excellent work.
P.S. Keep writing and more importantly KEEP POSTING. I love reading your work and I'm starving for more.
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