Love Thy Sister
Hmm. I was writing something for a friend the other day, and I just happened to think, "Whatever did happen to my writings?" I used to be so into writing little snippets, and poetry. I never thought I was any good, but looking through my dA gallery, I wasn't so bad. I thought I'd share something. [I'm sure you remember this, Cotume, and a few of you have read this on my dA.]
Don't leave, dear sister in her time of need, of great grievances and oppression. For there is a world far greater than us that has to be fed with love. Tenderness cannot conceive that black hole churning ferociously in the sky, but passionate compassion may. The burning desire is in her eyes, look through them and see what she needs. Her soul, it holds the emotions of millions. The mass of a billion is but entangled in her lengthy hair and encrusted mouth.
Don't leave, dear sister in the time of greed, tremendous downfalls and depression. There is but more to be discovered. Through those frail hands, the hour will slip, and through those thin lips, the lies will grip reality. Unbeknownst to your ears, the wind from her mouth whistles with fortune and disgrace. Do stay and see the misfortunes unfold.
Don't leave, dear sister in the dark of day, when she needs you most. Let her be heard, let her words be uttered before you. See her through her blight, and unravel the cloth shrouded in front of her eyes. Let her be known, and revealed to the world.
Don't leave, dear sister. Don't leave.
Now, keep in mind, I do not claim to be the best writer, and I was 14 when I wrote this. I don't even know my grammar all too well, so if there are a lot of grammar mistakes, I'm sorry. I'm not perfect. But I hope you liked it anyways. :)
Don't leave, dear sister in her time of need, of great grievances and oppression. For there is a world far greater than us that has to be fed with love. Tenderness cannot conceive that black hole churning ferociously in the sky, but passionate compassion may. The burning desire is in her eyes, look through them and see what she needs. Her soul, it holds the emotions of millions. The mass of a billion is but entangled in her lengthy hair and encrusted mouth.
Don't leave, dear sister in the time of greed, tremendous downfalls and depression. There is but more to be discovered. Through those frail hands, the hour will slip, and through those thin lips, the lies will grip reality. Unbeknownst to your ears, the wind from her mouth whistles with fortune and disgrace. Do stay and see the misfortunes unfold.
Don't leave, dear sister in the dark of day, when she needs you most. Let her be heard, let her words be uttered before you. See her through her blight, and unravel the cloth shrouded in front of her eyes. Let her be known, and revealed to the world.
Don't leave, dear sister. Don't leave.
Now, keep in mind, I do not claim to be the best writer, and I was 14 when I wrote this. I don't even know my grammar all too well, so if there are a lot of grammar mistakes, I'm sorry. I'm not perfect. But I hope you liked it anyways. :)