Olivia and I |
Running through the field,
Laughing as we hold hands
Not caring who sees me,
As I play with my sister,
My best friend.
Never one without the other,
That's how we've always been.
She will always be there for me.
My best friend
As we start to grow older,
We become too stubborn,
But no matter how much we fight,
She will always be,
My best friend.
Well, I love this poem; it is sweet, direct, and clear about the emotion you want to convey. At the same time, there is discipline to the structure. You should share this with your sister.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this piece because this is true with my sister as well, even though me and my sister fight we still love each other. I think that anyone with a sister can relate to this. Good Job!
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