Declaration
Poor lost girl, tattered and torn,
Her hands gripping the steady platform in which she performs
Her head rising to face tradgedy taken in form,
Rising to face tradgedy alone
Ribbons ripping in two's and three's,
Bones breaking from fingers to feet,
Hearts dancing to an irregular beat,
While whispers utter to admit this defeat
Her voice stirs the sadness in my heart,
If I make it out alive, it's for her that I'll start
My frail fingertips stroke to the strings of her heart,
As I remember how I swore to her I won't tear us apart.
- Written by ME. Dedicated to my sister, my heart, my Emily. I love you.















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