~Love to Death~

~This is a long poem...based on a dream I had...I’m the older sister~
Two inseparable sisters
Loving each other to death
Neither man nor God
Can tear these two apart

One night they made a promise
A promise made with blood
To never leave each other
And that they will die together

You always see them side by side
Never leaving each other sight
You can always see the two of them
Holding each others hand

They talk to no one who judge them
Neither to those who pretend to be friend
They are each others friend
All they need, is one another

Nothing else matter
As long as they were together
And together they were
Day or night, never alone

In the middle of the night
The older one got up
She couldn’t sleep alright
Something trouble her, something unknown

She went to her little sister bedroom
There she sat to her sister’s bed
Caressing her hair
Whispering that she love her

Her little sister opened her eyes
Asking if everything was alright
But she answer not
And tell her little sister go back to sleep

She didn’t came to bother her
Just came to tell her she love her so
And that nothing can change that
For she was her everything in this world
Still there was something unknown
For she didn’t tell her little sister
The trouble on her mind
And that she was far from alright

Oh the tears she cried
Sitting there next her little sister’s bed
She wanted so bad to tell her
But she dared not

She kissed her little sister
Told her she love her
Her little sister opens her eyes
"I love you too" her little sister smiled

She closed the door
Stood there for a min or two
Then with blurry eyes
She went back to her bedroom

A moment later her little sister came in
She opened the door
"Why?..why?" she cried out loud
And stood there in shock

"What is it?" the older sister said
But her little sister did not answer
"Why u enter my room and crying like that"
Again her little sister said no word

She got down on her knees
And these sad words came out
"See this knife?...can u see it?
This is the knife that will end my life!"

The older sister did not understand
Until she saw what her little sister was staring at
Her own body lying on the bed
All bloody and with a same knife in her hand

She put her hand on her little sister’s head
"Am sorry for what I did" she said
Then the little sister said in crying voice
"Am sorry for what I didn’t do"
In went the knife through her heart
And crawling she went on her sister’s bed…and died…

By Laureen Winklaar
Published: 11/11/2005
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