Pink Purse
Damn, I miss you.
I cannot belive this happened.
Why can't you be alive and well?
I miss you so much.
Ever since that day almost a year ago,
I've been hallow.
You were part of me.
We shared blood.
We shared thoughts.
We shared a passion.
We shared the same temper.
We shared a mother.
They say it was an accident.
But you were a good driver.
I know that.
For months,
I couldnt sleep without our brother with me.
I will never forget it you.
We buried you with a pink purse.
But I hate that,
that was you
You are full of life.
You loved to have fun.
You loved fashion.
You loved animals.
You loved books.
I miss you so much
But you had been missing for years.
I missed you much longer than just a year.
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