To me you are my sister,
But secretly my friend.
You help me when I need it;
On you I can depend.
We used to fight and yell a lot,
Oh, yes, we’ve disagreed.
But I was young and immature,
Too stubborn to concede.
It’s been a while, but we have grown,
Our talks have changed as well.
We might be distant from each other,
But I think it’s going swell.
I really hope you frame this poem,
‘Cause I should be doing work.
But I’m telling you I miss you,
Even when you smirk.
You may not see this all the time,
But I do look up to you.
I s’ppose my gratefulness,
And awe are really overdue.
Well, now you know, the secret’s out,
Don’t bring this up again.
I have to go and do my work,
At home I’ll see you then.
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