Planted a tulip... as I planted two lips next to the lamp on my nightstand your picture stands next to it/ ...And I reminisce of those nights we planned our future as if we knew the next day would come and we could assume our future exists/ All that we knew is that the rumors exist/ And they assume that the rumors are true even if the proof doesn't exist/ ...It's enough to say we're more than friends. You chose Allah... I chose to be born again and that is where our differences begin. I admired the words that you spoke... I was fond of your skin. But my true envy arose from the maturity within... You and at such an early age. You were the older sister/ That I had always wished for... Your wisdom calmed my inquisitions. Though you would patronize and make me feel so small... with your soft voice you would truthfully answer every time... I called... even when I was wrong. ...And apologize even though it was me that should have. I know that if we had one more chance together we would just laugh. I could see the hurt in your eyes but never again your hair... You told me what was arranged but I never had time to prepare. I wanted to tell you how I felt I guess that I was too scared. And when I'm scared I guess I see red.. So instead... I asked how could you marry someone that you didn't know? Your response was one day I would understand someday love is something you grow. And I shouted back at you like the little kid that you treated me as... Never knew that a sibling was just something you needed me as. So I said I'll pray for you... To hurt you... and you said the same... And I could feel the spite... Figured we'd be over it in a day or two... Then a few went by... And a few more... I wasn't concerned I hadn't heard I knew you had it all together You had moved overseas And had started a family Never thought the next time I saw your face would be so randomly... On the news... accused.. of something so horrific I could never forgive you If you really did it But I know you didn't. Please just tell me you didn't. ...And I reminisce of those nights we planned our future as if we knew the next day would come and we could assume our future exists/ All that we knew is that the rumors exist/ And they assume that the rumors are true even if the proof doesn't exist/
One day I'll be able to write as well as you do... until then I guess I'll have to keep working on it