Dearest Sister
A poem by GhostWriter17
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Dearest Sister,
I apologize for what I've done,
for all the misery I have caused.
I wish something else could be done,
but, alas, that something has become lost.
My pain is not my own, and yet, I see,
your pain was caused by one who is close, caused by me.
Heartache is something that I know you cannot flee,
yet I hope that you please, Dearest Sister, listen to me.
You are gone away, gone from where we used to be,
but I can still give advice and confidence in these letters.
You've grown up to be a fine young pony,
and that fills me with glee, for now and for ever.
I have a confession, Dearest Sister, one so very shameful:
Lonliness echoes so loudly in this house of mine.
Your hoofsteps are missed, with silence so vile,
the ringing never stops, in this house of mine.
My shame hangs over like a storm,
and I am truly, deeply sorry.
Neglect is what I gave you, instead of love that you deserve, so warm,
and a heart that has been closed off can become cold and thorny.
I apologize for my bluntness, my lack of my usual eccentricity,
but I am in a dark place with my sentimentality.
Please accept, with all your heart, my apology;
and, with time, I hope to mend our relationship, so we can be free.
Dearest Sister, I need you now, to bond again,
so I may crawl out of this darkness I have fallen in.
With the deepest of love,
Rarity Belle.