Everyone says she is lemon blossom sunshine,
Casting a spell with her smiles, drawing them in for miles.
Like a bell, like a rose, like a doll, like a fawn,
I have suffered her praises for years
Pounding like blood in my ears
"Sisters? What a pity that one's only pretty, and the other one's smart, kind and strong."
Everyone says, and they're wrong. Casting us so all along, I am your moon and you're mine.
About the Creator
Emily Finhill
I'm just a tormented spinster authoress, trapped in the life of a happy suburban mom.
Comments (2)
This hits home. Well done!
Fantastic poem!