To Late
It was to late to say goodbye.
It was all so soon and a suprise,
My older sister is gone.
There's no way to describe the way I feel.
Some days I feel lost,
others I feel as if I were in a dream.
I wait in anticipation
for her to come through the door,
I try to stay strong
for those who are weak.
For those who consider just
giving up, who say,
"I can't do it anymore".
I do admit that before I go to bed,
I cry.
I cry and say that she's my sister
and that I have and always
will love her.
Sometimes I just want to disappear,
other times I want to be held a long
period of time.
It was all so soon and a suprise,
My older sister is gone.
There's no way to describe the way I feel.
Some days I feel lost,
others I feel as if I were in a dream.
I wait in anticipation
for her to come through the door,
I try to stay strong
for those who are weak.
For those who consider just
giving up, who say,
"I can't do it anymore".
I do admit that before I go to bed,
I cry.
I cry and say that she's my sister
and that I have and always
will love her.
Sometimes I just want to disappear,
other times I want to be held a long
period of time.
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