Sister

We would never work,
and that makes me feel safe,
Possibility of unknown hopes
always driven past mistakes.
Above all I hope our bond
never meets the same fate.
Thinking it through enables me
to enjoy the way we play.
Faced with beautiful madness,
I no longer feel so strange.
Changing feathers comfortably
because our cores remain.
I love you sister and I am at peace.
This is what friends were supposed to be.