all the poetry i wrote

i'm like a old record player to you

you get older and end up buying newer versions

but after the newer ones come to you

you end up wanting the old ones back

and the old ines won't work for you anymore

because they gave up one you like you gave up on them

and once they're gone you could never get them back 

the smoke leaves my lios

walking alone in the night

feeling the wind blow against my chest 

shiver at the feeling

imagination running free

wishing on who i wanted to see

dreamimg about who i wanted to be

i am indifferent 

and i knew it

 i wasn't normal 

nor will i ever be

im a freak

wanting something that will never be mine

wanting to just die

walking alone at night rather than day

drinking my sorrows away

smoking my lungs away

dying inside and out

im a freak

that come see out at night

to show the dark night who i can truely be

sister my one and only

i love you so much

you are the dreams that caused me to wish for your love

but now that i've awoken to a reality that has you for my sun i no longer have to dream because i know i have your love

sister you may no be perfect and you may have imperfections but i love everything about you

and it makes no difference because i still love you anyway

i love you sister.