To my dearest friend.

[itaistar]

She feels nothing,
Yet she longs for something.
Searching only in the darkest of places,
She was my friend, She is Still...
A whore..

My sister & how pretty she is,
How I evny her, though
I do not evny the Whore...
How am I to understand?
What her need for Love has driven her too..

Has she become nothing more Than
A toy for..
The ravanous teenage boys & young men,
She sees them, Another one.. A different one..
Every night.

How I love her, How i pain for her.
My lost sister..
Let them beat you more..
Whore yourself out again why don't you..
I dare not think ahead to where your actions lead you..
But I will... stand on the sideline & watch it unfold..


To my dearest Friend Stacey.