Her beautiful golden locks of curls, elegantly streaming down her back, Her posture so straight for a four yr. old, with cherry red lips that makes her face glow, I wonder what's in store for her down the road, will she become a model to fufill her prissiness, a woman of diamonds and strings of pearls, with the men draping over her complexion, will she fall to the bottom like her big sister, clinging to sex, and drugs, ruining all that she could have been. I wish my little sis the best of everything, and no matter what, I'll be here for her, so she doesn't hit rock bottom and all that follows, For I wouldn't want her to turn out like me.
Reason for writing:
I wouldn't want my little sis to follow the same path
as me. I don't want her to feel like drugs and alcohol
are the only way out. She's beautiful and innocent and
I'd like for her to always remain that way.
Birth sign: Virgo
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