My Sister My friend

My Sister My friend

A Poem by ShappireRose

Time trapped the empty screams

Lies have ruined the peace

You cannot see I do not lie to thee

No sweet words I sent to him

My heart ached by your betreyal

You must see now that

You alone have not released those

Memorires of so long ago

Let your eyes open to what is now

I am happy now no words cold and broken can hurt

This life has punished and beaten me

Cost me everything I held dear

My skin bears marks of

Crimson regret and

Yet all you seem to see are the

Beautiful lies that have been painted

By those who share no love for me

Now I live once more in two

Hiding the tears and pain

Behind a mask i painted so long ago

A mask that you can only see the surface of my days

A mask of perfect beautiful lies

All for you My sister

My friend.

© 2011 ShappireRose


Author's Note

ShappireRose
My sister i wrote this for you....
please forgive me
but i did nothing

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Im sorry i doubted you, I forgive you, and i regret every vile word that has fallen from my lips, that has coated thy heart. I apologize for the evil that I have rot. I let my emotions get the best of me, I let them run free, im sorry for the pain I have caused you my beautiful fallen angel

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this is sweet.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Im sorry i doubted you, I forgive you, and i regret every vile word that has fallen from my lips, that has coated thy heart. I apologize for the evil that I have rot. I let my emotions get the best of me, I let them run free, im sorry for the pain I have caused you my beautiful fallen angel

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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ShappireRose
ShappireRose

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I grew up with a crappy background and it made me stronger..writing is how i handle the memories and usually write about things that happened to me or some one i knew. im a friend for life and will h.. more..

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