Vintage QueenWrite.

Something I found in on my hard-drive while looking for something else. I don't even remember if she ever received this or not. : /

I sometimes confuse the friends with the foes

Often times

These mfs are wearing the same clothes

Same shoes

Same heels

It gets hard to know when and what to feel….

Especially after consuming the left behind morsels of crumpled paper love

Blowing past me in the wind

Yes indeed, at times i confuse my foes for my friends

And even tho this confusion leaves my heart covered in painful blisters

 The one thing I can count on

Is the love from my sisters

I was born with none, but I divinely met a few

And the first time we never saw each other

Was actually the first time I met you

No amount of miles

No stand alone trees

No tornadoes or hurricanes

Or dirty, scarred knees

Can replace or substitute the impact you have made

In my loneliest of moments, I allow our best memories to be replayed

The girl talks, the silent times

Out at the shore

The tears, the smoke, the food, the jokes

Even conversations about The Lord

I may be writing cheesy, but I was directed by Him to do so

Maybe He thought you were starting to think otherwise

And sent me to put you back in “the know”

That sometimes I confuse my friends with my foes

And mostly its because them MFs are wearing the same damn clothes

But my sisters are originators ….master copies….fresh and clean….

And no amount of distance or space

Could ever replace my Queen.

I love you.  And I miss you so much….miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you miss you SO much.…..my sister.  (dated April 3, 2012)