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Sister, sister
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Sister, sister |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
See, my sister has a problem, The drink right below the alcove of her lips, Its another Sunday, brown hair Lightly tilting her head back, reclined chair Her fingers wrapped around a deep sigh of regret, Fingers pointing to the wall, Each door in her house closed. Too worried what the hallways might think, What the wooden floors might think as she clumsily steps across them. Who are you anymore, Sister, sister Lets take a walk, the winter won’t bite your lips any harder, Your mind will take a break, whiskey overtaking the kitchen Sinks full of dishes, Sister, sister, come with me for a walk. Winter won’t wait too long, The hallways won’t judge anymore, For all they know, that brown hair, blue eyed girl still remembers hugging her brother when he fell of his bike, held him tight when their parents were gone in the middle of the night. Follow me for another night, just us, Whiskey can take a backseat, Sister, come along for the ride, Lets take a trip to the country where we belong. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Dark, mysterious and scary. Soaking up the whiskey and holding on to long ago regret makes for a dire, distasteful, and long nights. Sister seems to have come unglued, ("Who are you anymore,") to the point where reality seems out of her eyelids and is replaced by that night she held her brother tight. Just how tight did she hold her little brother? A trip to the country should settle that for Sister. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Winter won’t wait too long, The hallways won’t judge anymore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So sadly, this!! and so very stark. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
The reach for false shelter has destroyed many. This is sad but an accute touch upon reality of the fact that it's a deep hurt for the surrounding. You put this across very well! Eric |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Been there. Done that. My choice for oblivion was drugs. Same road, different driver. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Dark writing indeed, felt the coldness.  "Hardwork pays in the long run" |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Whiskey huh. Tequila was always my preferred poison to dim reality. I do like the sentiment behind this. "Sister, sister, come with me for a walk." Sometimes just reaching out is the beginning of change. -Trina. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Appreciate the sentiments. I guess we all have our own way of dealing with our problems. Cheers to the fight. Tomer |
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